Todos los capítulos de My Billionaire Ex-husband's Late Regret : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 16

Chapter 12: The King of Shadows’ Jealousy Alessia's POV The silence in the room was no longer cold; it was pressurized, like the moments before a deep-sea hull collapses. I stood frozen between two titans of the financial underworld, my heart hammering a rhythm I hadn't felt since the night I lay on the marble floor of the Falcone fountain. Lucien’s hand, usually a source of grounding strength on the small of my back, was now a brand of white-hot possession. I could feel the tremors of rage vibrating through his frame. Beside us, Massimo looked like a spectator at his own funeral, forgotten and hollowed out. But my eyes were locked on the man in the doorway, Julian Vane, the ghost of my lost year in Zurich. "Wife?" Lucien’s voice was a low, lethal purr. He stepped in front of me, partially shielding my body with his own. "I think you’ve entered the wrong building, Mr. Vane. Or perhaps you’ve mistaken a Queen for a commoner." Julian didn't flinch. He didn't even look at Lucien.

Chapter 14Alessia's POV The world didn't return with a bang; it returned with the smell of expensive lilies and the sterile hum of a high-end ventilation system.My eyelids felt like they were weighted with lead. As the haze of the sedative cleared, the first thing I felt was the softness beneath me, a mattress too plush, silk sheets too cool. This wasn't a dungeon. It was a palace. But as I tried to sit up, the sharp clink of metal against metal echoed through the silence.A cuff. Fine, polished titanium, lined with velvet, tethering my right wrist to the gilded headboard of a massive canopy bed."Awake at last," a voice croaked from the shadows of the room.I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs. In a plush armchair by the window, Massimo sat, his head in his hands. He wasn't cuffed, but he looked more imprisoned than I was. His clothes were rumpled, his eyes bloodshot, and he was staring at a wall of glass that overlooked a valley of mist-shrouded pines."Where are

Chapter 16Alessia's POV The world didn't just shake; it roared. The white marble courtyard, once a symbol of sterile perfection, was splitting open like a dry bone. Dust and the acrid smell of sulfur billowed from the fissures as Catherine’s demolition charges began their rhythmic, terrifying countdown."Sixty seconds," the intercom droned, Catherine’s voice sounding like a bored goddess presiding over an apocalypse.I looked at the chaos around me. To my left, Massimo was pinned under a fallen marble pillar, his legs trapped, his eyes wide with the realization that the empire he had built was literally crushing him. To my right, Lucien was clinging to the rappelling line of his hovering helicopter, his hand extended toward me, shouting something lost to the wind.And in the center, standing on a slab of stone that was slowly tilting toward the dark abyss of the sub-basement, was Drake.The boy who wasn't mine. The boy who was the genetic legacy of a woman I had never met. The boy