All Chapters of Revenge Of The Broken Heiress Ex-wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Laila's povThe tension in the air was almost palpable as I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Clara’s words from earlier still echoed in my mind, her paranoia about the loan, her relentless warnings that things could spiral out of control. She had been restless, pacing my office like a caged lioness, her eyes darting with worry."Clara," I had said, my tone firm but calm, "you need to trust me on this. I anticipated this mess a long time ago. That’s why I insisted on installing the CCTV cameras. It’s all under control."She wasn’t convinced, not entirely. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her brows furrowing deeper as she leaned against my desk. "Ms. Lila," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "you’re always so composed, but this... this could ruin everything."I had smiled at her then, a small, knowing smile. "Clara, you worry too much. Sometimes, you have to let people dig their own graves."The police had arrived soon after, and Mara had been taken away.

**Hamilton's POV**Leila thought she could outsmart me? How naive. Does she think I’ve been blind all these years, sitting back, watching her smug little face parade around as if she owns the world? I was there. I’ve always been there, watching her grow from that scrawny little girl into the woman she is now. From the moment her mother abandoned her and left her in my care, I knew she was trouble. But I played my part. I cared for her as a stepmother should—no, as a *better* stepmother than she deserved.I fed her, clothed her, sheltered her, even before I got pregnant with Mara, my beautiful daughter, my pride. But Leila? I always knew she’d try to rise above her station. She had that defiance in her eyes, even as a child. That rebellious streak. She thought she could hide it from me, but I saw it all. I *know* her. I know what makes her tick, what she hates, and most importantly, what can destroy her.Leila is allergic to water. She’s always hated it—despised it, feared it even. I r

Laila's POVWhen I saw the woman standing before me, I froze. My breath caught in my throat as my entire body went numb. I could barely process what I was seeing. There she was—*me*. Or at least someone who looked so much like me that it sent a chill down my spine. My chest tightened as I struggled to comprehend the sight before me. The woman’s dark, piercing eyes mirrored my own, but there was something off—something sinister in her smirk that made my stomach churn.The room was filled with murmurs, the sound of disbelief rippling through the crowd like wildfire. People whispered among themselves, their gazes bouncing back and forth between the two of us, as if trying to decide which one of us was real."Is this some sort of joke?" Nolan's voice cut through the chaos, his tone laced with confusion and frustration. He stepped forward, his usually composed face twisted into a frown.I wanted to speak, to defend myself, but my throat was dry, my words stuck. My mind raced, my heart poun

Laila’s POVI stood there, frozen, as the weight of their words settled around me like a suffocating fog. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, but I refused to let the turmoil show on my face. Instead, I focused on keeping my expression neutral, my lips pressed tightly together. Hamilton’s accusations cut deep, her voice sharp and precise like a blade aimed directly at me."I’m not Lila?" The thought swirled in my mind, bitter and hollow. I clenched my fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms as I fought the urge to lash out. Anger surged within me, but I buried it deep. Now wasn’t the time to lose control.Hamilton’s words carried on, dissecting me piece by piece as if I were some sort of experiment under her scrutiny. "She doesn’t even swim well anymore," she spat, her eyes narrowing. "And she doesn’t care for love—she doesn’t even want Nolan anymore!" Her triumphant smirk made my stomach churn.She was right about some things, but she’d never understand the reasons.

Laila’s POVI had never been good at keeping promises, especially the ones I made to myself. I swore I would never fall in love again. I promised myself that my heart would remain closed, locked away where no one could hurt me. But in the quiet moments, when I was alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a flicker deep inside me. I didn't know why, but whenever he spoke those words, whenever he looked at me with those eyes filled with affection, my heart betrayed me. It skipped a beat, and for a moment, I forgot every rule I had made for myself.Why was my heart doing this? Why, despite everything I had gone through, was it still responding to him? I told myself I wouldn’t try to fall for him, that I wouldn’t look for love or allow any man to make my heart beat in ways I didn’t understand. But now, here I was, fighting with myself, questioning everything I thought I knew about my emotions.Every time he told me he loved me, every time he touched me with such gentleness, I felt