Alle Kapitel von I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

  Four's POV The hospital discharge papers felt like freedom in my hands. Two weeks of forced rest, countless tests, and Dr Chen's stern warnings about not pushing myself too hard. But I was finally going home. Veronica held Monte's hand as we walked to the car. Manuel had arranged private security for the transport. Three vehicles, armed guards, and a route that changed at the last minute. We were not taking chances. The estate looked different somehow. Maybe because I had almost died. Maybe because coming home meant something more now than it used to. This was not just property. It was where my family lived. Where Monte took his first steps in our care. Where Veronica and I built our life together. "Welcome home," Veronica said softly as we entered. She had been quiet during the drive, her mind clearly somewhere else. "It feels good to be here." I pull

Detective Rivera's POVThe phone call came at 3 AM. I was used to late night calls in my line of work but something about this one felt different. The voice on the other end was shaking with fear and desperation."Detective Rivera? This is Anthony Russo. I work for the Moretti family. I need protection and I am willing to talk."I sat up in bed, fully awake now. "Where are you?""Safe house in Queens. But they will find me soon. I have evidence. Recordings, documents, everything you need to take down Marco Moretti and Mia Castellano. But I need witness protection.""Stay where you are. I am coming to you."I called my partner and the FBI liaison. If what Anthony claimed was true, this was bigger than local police jurisdiction. This was organised crime, conspiracy, and attempted murder. Federal territory.We arrived at the safe house forty minutes later with a full protection detail. Anthony was a thin man in his forties who looked like he had not slept in days. His hands shook as he h

Four's POVTime stopped moving the way it does in moments that define your entire life. I saw Mia's finger tighten on the trigger. Saw Veronica's body wrapped protectively around Monte. Saw the future I desperately wanted slipping away in the space between heartbeats.There was no time to aim. No time to calculate angles or odds. No time to think about my still healing body or the pain that would come.There was only one choice.I threw myself forward. My shoulder screamed in protest but I ignored it. Closed the distance between Mia and my family with everything I had left.The gun fired. The sound exploded through the small room and echoed in my skull. I felt the impact before I heard it. Hot tearing pain in my right shoulder. The same shoulder that had been injured in the explosion. The universe apparently had a cruel sense of humour.But my momentum carried me into Mia. We went down hard. Her head cracked against the floor. The gun flew from her hand and skittered under Monte's bed

Veronica's POVThe legal documents sat on the coffee table in our hospital room like a test I had not studied for. Ten million dollars. More money than I had ever imagined having. Enough to secure Monte's future, pay off Four's debts, and start completely fresh.All I had to do was promise never to speak publicly about what Jason did to me.Never tell reporters about the bruises I hid under long sleeves. Never write a book about surviving domestic violence. Never post on social media about the signs I missed. Never give interviews to help other women recognise abuse before it's s too late.Just stay silent. Pretend Jason was a decent man who died tragically. Let his parents and the insurance company preserve his reputation.The price for my son's financial security was my voice.Four sat beside me, his injured shoulder wrapped in fresh bandages. He had not said a word since Sarah left. He was learning to let me make my own choices without pushing his opinions on me. But I could feel h

Manuel's POVI stood in Four's new office watching him help a family business owner create a fiveyear growth plan and felt completely out of place. This was not the man I had worked for twenty years. That man would have acquired the failing company, stripped its assets, and sold the pieces for profit.This version of Four was helping someone keep their family legacy alive.I respected the choice. Understood why he made it. But where did that leave me?I was a fixer. A strategist. A man who thrived in conflict and grey areas. I knew how to intimidate rivals, dig up dirt on competitors, and make problems disappear. Those skills were worthless in legitimate consulting.Four finished his meeting and walked over to where I was standing by the window. "What do you think of the new office?""It is nice. Small compared to what you had.""But it is mine. No board to answer to. No investors demanding quarterly returns. Just me helping people who need it." Four looked genuinely happy. "I want yo