The Billionaire’s Greatest Loss: Ex Wife Please Come back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

THE EVIDENCE (Damien's POV) Eleanor was coming down the stairs. I could hear her footsteps getting closer. Panic surged through me. I was trapped down here. If she found me in this room, with the safe open, she would know what I was doing. I turned back to the safe, pulled the door open fully. Inside was a book, leather bound. I grabbed it, pulled it out. The cover had no title. Just the Blackwood family crest embossed in gold. I opened it. The pages were filled with Eleanor's handwriting. Dates, names, amounts of money and details of transactions. This was Eleanor's record of everything. Every crime, every illegal deal, every person she had destroyed. It was all here in her own handwriting. The footsteps were closer now. At the bottom of the stairs. I flipped through the pages frantically. Looking for what I was here for. I found entries about business deals that went wrong, about politicians who had been bribed, about competitors who had been eliminated. And then I found

THE ALLIANCE (Serena's POV) I went back to Isabella's room after my talk with Lysander. Eleanor had tried to take her, but she had failed. I had to stop her before she tried again. I was sitting in Isabella's room, watching her sleep. When my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen and my heart skipped a beat. It was a message from Damien. "I have evidence. Eleanor murdered my mother. I have her written confession and I'm ready to testify against her. Tell me where to meet you." I read it three times, making sure I understood correctly. Damien. The weak, cowardly Damien was offering to help us take down Eleanor. A part of me didn't trust it. This could be a trap. Eleanor could have forced him to send this message. She could be using him to find out where we were. But another part of me, a part that remembered the man I had once loved, believed him. Believed he had finally found his courage. I forwarded the message to Lysander and went to find him downstairs. He was in his o

THE CONSEQUENCES (Damien's POV) I walked back into the house. My face was stinging where Isabella's shoe had hit me. But that pain was nothing compared to what I was feeling inside. My daughter hated me. She didn't even recognize me as her father. To her, I was just a stranger who made her mother sad. And she was right. That's exactly what I was. I went to my room, closed the door and sat on the bed. What had I been thinking? Trying to kiss Serena? After everything I had put her through? After years of being absent from their lives? I was a fool. A selfish fool who thought one grand gesture would fix everything. But life didn't work that way. Trust wasn't rebuilt in a day. Love wasn't rekindled with a single moment. I had destroyed what Serena and I once had. And I might never get it back. There was a knock on my door. "Come in," I called. Victoria entered. She looked tired. The press conference had taken a lot out of her. "I saw what happened outside," she said. "Are yo

THE NEW BEGINNING(Serena's POV)I couldn't stop the tears as Eleanor was led away in handcuffs. She looked so small and diminished. Nothing like the terrifying woman who had controlled so many lives for so long.Now justice has been served. For my mother, for the lives she had destroyed.I felt Lysander's hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?""No," I said honestly. "But I will be. Eventually."Elena was crying too. She had known my mother. She had met her several times before she died."I'm so sorry, Serena," Elena said through her tears. "Your mother was such a good woman.""She was," I agreed. "And now everyone knows what happened to her. There's some comfort in that."The courtroom slowly emptied.People were talking in hushed voices, processing what they had just witnessed.I looked around at the people who had fought beside me. Victoria, Claire, Lysander, Elena, and Damien.He was standing with Victoria. Both of them looked exhausted and drained. But also relieved.I wanted to go

THE NEW LIFE(Damien's POV)I woke up early on a Monday morning. The sun was just starting to rise over the California hills. I could see it through the window of my bedroom at Lysander's estate.My bedroom. Not the master suite I had grown up in at the Blackwood mansion. Not the enormous space with the king sized bed and the marble bathroom.Just a regular bedroom with a regular bed and a regular bathroom.And I loved it.For the first time in my life, I was living without Eleanor's influence. Without her money. Without her control.Lysander had been generous enough to offer me a room at his estate. "Just until you get on your feet," he had said. "Until you start earning and can afford your own place."I was grateful. More grateful than I could express.Today was important. Today I had a job interview at a local accounting firm. Nothing glamorous, just a regular job for a regular salary.But it was mine. Something I had earned on my own, not because of the Blackwood name, not because