My Billionaire Ex-husband's Late Regret 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 16

Chapter 11Alessia's POV The air in the VIP lounge of the Valois Plaza was heavy with the scent of lilies and the metallic tang of impending ruin. I sat perched on a velvet armchair, my legs crossed with a deliberate, lethal grace. In my hand, a glass of vintage scotch caught the afternoon light, glowing like a liquid amber trap.I watched Elena through the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows. She was pacing near the cloakroom, her movements jagged and desperate. She looked like a bird of prey that had realized the sky was closing in. For weeks, she had watched Massimo’s obsession with me grow, watched him haunt my footsteps like a ghost begging for a haunting. She knew she was being replaced. She knew the used rag she had discarded was now the silk rope around her neck."It's time," I whispered to the empty room.The action began when Elena finally made her move. She thought I wasn't looking. She sidled up to my Hermès Birkin bag, which sat unattended on a side table. With a

Chapter 13Alessia's POV The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering onto the silk rug. The nurse’s voice, ‘the second child didn't die’ echoed in the hollow chamber of my chest, shattering the frozen armor I had spent years freezing into place.My son.I had mourned a ghost. I had built a graveyard in my soul for a child that was currently drawing breath, tucked away in some corner of the world by the man I had trusted to be my savior. Lucien Valois hadn't just managed my tragedy; he had curated it. He had pruned my life like a bonsai tree, cutting away the parts that made me soft so I could be the sharp-edged weapon he desired."Alessia?"The door creaked. It was Massimo. He hadn't left. He was standing there, looking pathetic and small, his eyes searching my face for a flicker of the Shay he used to own.The next action I took was instantaneous. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I moved. I lunged across the room, grabbing Massimo by the lapels of his expensive, blood-funded

Chapter 15Alessia's POV The mountain air was a serrated blade against my lungs as I sprinted down the spiral stone staircase. The luxury of the upper floors had vanished, replaced by the brutalist concrete of the sub-levels. Above me, the sky was screaming, the rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of Lucien’s black-ops helicopters drowned out the sirens.I didn't care about the billionaires in the sky. I didn't care about the man groaning on the floor upstairs. I only cared about the small boy in the white courtyard.The chase intensified as I burst through the heavy steel doors leading to the training grounds. The scene was pure chaos. Falcone security guards were scrambling, their rifles aimed at the sky, while red laser dots from Lucien’s snipers danced across the white marble like blood-red fireflies."Draco!" I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of three years of lost motherhood.The boy was standing by the stone table. He hadn't moved. While grown men panicked and died aro