All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex-husband’s Rival: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Yeah… don’t give me that look. It won't work,” Kaden said with an eye-roll. She gathered the dirty plates and walked to the sink. Chance was perched on the kitchen island, tossing an apple in the air.“There's no way I'm gonna tell you.” A sinister smirk crept onto her face. Chance shifted in his seat, flashing his most charming smile. Kaden glanced over her shoulder from the sink.“Don't you dare use that look on me… I'm not telling,” she added with narrowed eyes. Chance had come to her house early in the morning to grill her about something she wasn't willing to disclose.“I just… I need to know. It's no big deal,” Chance said, sounding irritated. He had already spent the whole night awake and thinking, recalling the many times he’d seen Zara in such a bad state…a woman usually defined by fire and arrogance. He was stunned at what had happened between them.“And that's private info I'm not willing to sell… even if you promise me millions, Mr. Superstar,” Kaden remarked with a grin.

​~Zara POV~​The air shattered.​Chance moved, and his mouth crashed down onto mine, his lips locking with mine in a brutal, consuming collision.​My brain completely short-circuited. My heart thumped so violently I swore it would rip right through my chest. I wanted to scream, to fight him, to make him stop...but the initial roughness vanished, melting instantly into a kiss so agonizingly soft, so deeply possessive, that it stole the air right out of my lungs. He nipped at my lips, then sucked on them hard, a low groan escaping his throat.​A wave of hot heat flooded my veins, and to my absolute horror, I found myself responding. My hands gripped the fabric of his shirt as I began kissing him back, losing myself in the intoxicating taste of him...he tasted like dark, sweet fruits and expensive red wine. He tugged at my lower lip, drinking me in so deeply that my knees buckled. If his hand hadn't slid up to cup the back of my head, crushing me harder against his mouth, I would have co

The moment Chance left Kaden’s office, he tore through the restaurant, entirely ignoring the private back exit. The diner was packed to capacity, filled with the warm chatter of happy people and the clink of silverware. Chance moved through the crowd like a predator…violent, tense, and radiating anger.Zara, who was in the middle of laughing at something Henry said, caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. The laughter died in her throat.“So that was it. I mean, it was lovely but so funny…” Henry cut himself off, noticing her distant stare. “Everything okay?”Henry’s voice snapped Zara back to reality. Realizing she was staring, she forced a stiff smile and nodded awkwardly.“Um, yes… just… I’ll be right back,” Zara excused herself, sliding out of the booth.She scolded herself as she walked away. What am I doing? Why do I even care?But as she made her way toward the exit, she ran straight into Andy.“Everything okay, Andy?” she asked, her eyes instinctively darting toward

“He's good-looking, isn't he? Such abs, face card on point!” Jenny didn't stop talking about Chance as they worked around the house; Zara was already exhausted from hearing it all.“Don't let looks fool you, sweetie…some men are walking devils,” Zara remarked, trying certainly to zap the little girl back to her senses.“He's so heavenly… I don't care...if I have a man like that, I'll be satisfied,” Jenny said like a proud teen, and Zara was beyond stunned as she cast a glance at Jenny daydreaming.“Pass me that,” Zara said, pointing at a cardboard. “He's the best. I mean, any woman who gets to be his girlfriend will be so lucky…”“I don't think so,” Zara said with an eyeroll. Any woman who got to be Chance’s girlfriend would be unlucky. “What do you know…he's a superstar…” I mean…his reputation is off the hook…” Jenny said, and Zara's eyes narrowed suspiciously. “He's not a prince; there's nothing special about him…don't be fooled,” Zara said as she got up, but Jenny had a sour look

Chance knelt in front of Zara, attempting to unzip her stained work suit, but she pushed his hands away.“I can do it myself,” she said coldly, turning her head. Her resistance didn't surprise him; what shocked him was her absolute stillness. Despite the obvious pain, she remained stoic, as if it were nothing. Any other woman would have panicked or cried, but Zara sat there like wood.“Let me do it…don't be stubborn, Zara,” Chance said, catching her wrists and moving them aside as he forcefully dragged the zipper down. “Take it off. I need to look at this before it gets infected.” He gently tried to ease her out of the structured jacket, but she refused to comply. He couldn't understand why his heart was hammering so wildly with concern.“I can handle it. It's just a scratch,” she protested.Chance was as stubborn as a mule, pulling the sleeves down and forcing her to shed the ruined suit jacket. Zara closed her eyes in shame. She sat before him in only her bra and shorts, but modes