Semua Bab The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Chapter 242Cynthia's POVI stood in the kitchen doorway for a moment, watching the scene unfold in the dining room with a mixture of disbelief and growing concern.Nikolai sat at the head of the table — the seat usually reserved for Nathaniel as the eldest son — looking both honored and slightly overwhelmed. He was indeed honored.And my mother, Victoria…Victoria was fawning over him.There was no other word for it.She'd seated herself right beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm as she spoke, her expression warm and animated in a way I rarely saw anymore."You simply must stay for Christmas," Victoria was saying, her voice filled with maternal warmth. "I know you've lost your father recently, Nikolai. And with no siblings, no other family… you shouldn't be alone on a day like this."Nikolai smiled, clearly touched but also uncertain because of how awkward it is to spend Christmas in the Laurent mansion."Mrs. Laurent, that's very kind of you, but I don't want to impose…"

Chapter 244Cynthia's POVI settled Amber into the backseat of Kevin's car, making sure his seatbelt was properly fastened, his coat still buttoned up against the cold."Comfortable?" I asked.Amber nodded enthusiastically. "Can we have the chicken sauce as soon as we get home?"I smiled. "Yes, baby. As soon as we get home."Kevin was leaning against the driver's side door, his arms crossed, his expression carefully neutral but his eyes watchful."Everything okay?" he asked."Yeah," I said. "Just… give me one second."I closed Amber's door and turned to Kevin."Can you watch him for a minute?" I asked. "I think I left my phone in the hospital room."Kevin's eyebrows rose slightly. "You want me to stay here?""Jeez Kevin, it is not what you think. I just don't want to…" I hesitated. "I don't want to set Ethan off again. He didn't exactly react well to seeing you earlier."Kevin's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Fine. But if you're not back in five minutes, I'm coming in.""Deal," I said

Chapter 246 Kevin's POVCynthia was taking way too long.I leaned against the car, checking my watch for the third time in as many minutes, my patience wearing thinner with each passing second. The cold Christmas air bit at the back of my neck, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, more out of restlessness than the chill. The hospital parking lot was unusually quiet — just a handful of cars scattered across the asphalt, a lone nurse cutting across the lot with her head ducked against the wind. Everything looked normal. Everything felt wrong.It had been almost fifteen minutes.Fifteen minutes to grab a phone.From a hospital room she'd just been in.Something felt off.In the backseat, Amber was practically bouncing with excitement, his small face pressed against the window, breath fogging the glass in little clouds."Uncle Kevin, can we go now?" he asked for what felt like the hundredth time. "I really, really want to have my Christmas sauce.""Soon, buddy," I said, fo

Chapter 248Julian's POVTony’s hips snapped forward one final time, burying himself so deep I felt the blunt stretch echo through every nerve. A broken moan tore out of me as heat flooded inside — hot pulses that made my thighs shake and my toes curl against the sheets. He came with a low, guttural sound against the side of my neck, teeth grazing skin, hips grinding in slow, possessive circles like he was trying to fuse us together permanently.I was still clenching around him when the first aftershocks hit him. His cock twitched hard inside me, spilling another weak spurt, and the sensation tipped me over again. My second orgasm was quieter but deeper, a rolling wave that started in my pelvis and radiated outward until even my fingertips tingled. I spilled untouched between our stomachs, smearing sticky heat across both of us as my body jerked in his arms.He didn’t pull out.Instead he stayed seated deep, softening only gradually while he mouthed wet, open kisses along my throat, m

Chapter 250Cynthia's POVPain.That was the first thing I registered when consciousness slowly dragged me back to the surface.Sharp, throbbing pain radiating from the side of my head where I'd been hit.My skull felt like it was splitting open, each pulse of my heartbeat sending fresh waves of agony through my temple.I tried to raise my hand to touch the spot, to assess the damage.But I couldn't move.My arms were stuck.Panic flooded through me instantly, cold and sharp, cutting through the fog of pain.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light, trying to focus.Where was I?The room—no, not a room, a warehouse—was massive, dark, and cold. The kind of cold that seeped into your bones and settled there. High ceilings with exposed beams. Concrete floors. The faint smell of dust and rust and something else I couldn't quite identify.And I was tied to a chair.My wrists were bound tightly behind me, the rope cutting into my skin. My ankles were similarly secured to the ch