All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex-husband’s Rival: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Zara sobbed with relief the moment the doctor confirmed Ivy was stable. She still couldn't believe the news.“Well, he's the best in the country… apparently he was in town, and we managed to get hold of him,” the elderly doctor said with a smile.“And the bill? I mean, you still needed the money to proceed?” Zara asked, narrowing her eyes. What exactly had changed? She had only gone to the restroom, and in that brief window, the doctors had rushed Ivy into treatment. They couldn't find Zara, but Kaden had given the go-ahead.“Let's just say it's a miracle. A charity foundation reviewed your daughter's case and released the funds immediately,” the doctor explained. Zara was stunned. She had tried those foundations before; none had worked. She had even applied months ago, but they rejected her, claiming the case was too complex.“Can I at least meet this doctor? I need to thank him for saving my child,” Zara said, wiping her tears.“Unfortunately, he was rushing. As soon as he finished,

The bedroom was suffocatingly quiet, save for the uneven rhythm of their breathing. Zara pressed the damp cloth a little too hard against Chance’s torn shoulder, trying desperately to focus on his shoulder rather than the sheer expanse of bare skin beneath her hands. She had given him a few pills to swallow, Chance didn't question it."Ouch,” Chance hissed, though the smirk playing on his lips entirely ruined the effect. “Careful, sweetheart. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to finish the job.”“If I wanted you dead, Chance, I wouldn't waste my time cleaning you up,” Zara snapped, keeping her eyes glued to his swollen shoulder. But it was impossible to ignore how close they were. Her thighs were brushed against his uninjured side, and every time he exhaled, she felt the warmth of it against her collarbone. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs… she prayed he couldn't hear.Chance leaned in slightly, his dark eyes tracking the rapid pulse in her throat. “You

“Mira, don't worry, I'll sort this out soon,” Zara said into her phone, trying to project a calmness she didn't feel.On the other end of the line, Mira was in a total panic. Apparently, Mrs. Kate was still throwing major tantrums at the studio.“Sweetie, it's not your fault… I'll pass by and see exactly what went wrong. Just stay at the studio,” Zara added. But it was no use; Mira was crying hysterically, blaming herself for the entire disaster.After disconnecting the call, Zara set her phone on the kitchen table. She placed two glasses of fresh orange juice onto a tray and carried it toward the stairs. She needed to get to Mrs. Kate’s private estate as soon as possible to damage-control the situation.As she reached the top of the stairs, the sound of bright giggles and cheers echoed down the hallway. It was Ivy. Zara paused, her heart swelling; this was the first time her daughter had laughed like that since being discharged from the hospital. Lately, Ivy had been constantly cryin

Zara's lashes flickered up as Chance came up on her, his knee tucked between her legs. His sharp, lustful eyes fixed on herZara sucked in her breath, her hands moved to Chance's chest. The sight of his broad, muscled shoulders and the dark, predatory gleam in his eyes was a drug. She didn't want to think about the devastating wreckage of her divorce. She didn't want the ghost of her pathetic, cheating ex-husband hovering over her anymore. She wanted to erase it all. She wanted to be ruined, put back together, and ruined all over again.“You're looking at me like you want to kill me, Zara,” Chance growled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated straight to her core. He shifted, his bare thigh brushing against hers, and the contact was like a spark to gasoline. “Or like you want to devour me.”“Shut up,” she hissed, her voice trembling with a toxic mix of fury and pure, pure lust. “Just… shut up and make me forget.”That was the exact moment the dam broke.“Forget?” he whispered

Chance didn’t know why his thumb was hovering over the accept button on his phone. Nick's eyes narrowed, trying to see who was calling to put Chance in such a state, but Chance immediately declined the call and shoved the device into his pocket.“Leave now,” Chance said. His tone had calmed, but his voice was low, carrying an authority that Nick knew all too well he had no choice but to obey.“We need you home, sir…” Nick said hesitantly.Chance ran his hands through his hair, turning to look at Nick with frightening, bloodshot eyes. “I'm done with your family. Scram.” Chance let out a low growl and began to walk away.Nick spoke up again. “Who is she? You know the rules, sir… you can't.”The words brought Chance to a sudden halt. His hands balled into tight fists, veins popping out against his skin, before he silently strode away. Nick shook his head, pulling out his phone to dial a number.Chance hurried back to where he had left Zara, hoping she hadn't gotten the wrong idea when s