Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Declared Dead, Returned Dangerous: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Avery’s POVI walked through the hospital's lobby with my head held high. I could feel the eyes of the receptionist on me as she whispered something into her headset while looking at my wrinkled clothes and the bandage on my arm.I knew she had probably seen the news leak Julian mentioned, and to her, I was just the "unstable" wife who had finally lost her mind. But I didn't stop to explain myself to a woman who wouldn't be able to afford my shoes in a week.I pushed through the heavy glass doors. The humid city air hit me like a wall, but I didn't look for Julian’s car or wait for a driver that was never coming. I walked straight to the edge of the curb and pulled out the burner phone again. My thumb hovered over the contact list that I hadn't touched in three years.I dialed the number for Leo, my family’s old head of security. It didn't even ring twice before he picked up with a voice that sounded like he had been sitting by the phone for years waiting for this specific call."Miss

Avery’s POVI didn't sleep as much as Marcus told me to. Every time I closed my eyes I could still feel the phantom pressure of the needle in my arm. So I spent most of the night sitting by the window and watching the city lights flicker while I drank tea that had gone cold hours ago.I was just starting to think about getting into the shower when a loud and frantic knocking started at my door. I knew it wasn't Marcus. He never made that much noise unless he was trying to break something down.I pulled my new silk robe tighter around my waist and walked over to the door. When I opened it I saw Julian’s mother, Beatrice Sterling, standing there with her face twisted into a mask of pure fury and her expensive leather handbag clutched so tight her knuckles were white."How dare you hide away in this penthouse while my son is losing everything he worked for?! And how dare you use your family's dirty money to sabotage a man who gave you the best three years of your life?" Beatrice shouted

Avery’s POVThe metal bench was freezing against the back of my legs and the air in the holding cell smelled like old bleach and cheap cigarettes, but I just sat there with my hands tucked into the sleeves of my hospital hoodie while I listened to a woman in the next cell over scream about wanting her lawyer. I looked down at the plastic ID band on my wrist that still had the name Sarah Vance printed on it, and it was hard to believe that just six hours ago I was standing in my own boardroom thinking I had finally won. The heavy door at the end of the hallway groaned open and a female officer walked toward my cell with a set of keys jingling at her waist, and she stopped in front of the bars with a look on her face that was actually closer to pity than the disgust I had seen from the others."You've been sitting there for three hours without saying a word, so I figured you might finally be ready to use your one phone call and get someone down here to post your bail," she said as she u

Avery’s POV The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime and I stepped out onto a floor that looked more like a high-end command center than a home, and the walls were lined with rows of monitors displaying live traffic feeds and flickering data streams that made the whole place feel restless. Andre led me past a long marble kitchen island toward a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over the entire city, and the rain was still streaking against the glass in long and jagged lines that blurred the lights of the buildings below us. "This is the only place in the city where Julian can't track your biometric signature because I had the entire floor lined with signal dampeners, and the internet connection is routed through three different satellite relays in Northern Europe," Andre said as he tossed his keys onto a side table and watched me walk toward a large mirror hanging in the foyer. I stopped in front of the glass and the breath caught in my throat because the woman lookin

Alexa’s POV I watched from across the street as the black town car pulled up to the curb in front of the Madison Avenue boutique, and my blood started to boil the second I saw Julian’s sister, Clara, step out with that smug look on her face like she actually owned the sidewalk she was walking on. Right behind her was Sarah Vance, wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses and carrying a limited-edition handbag that I knew for a fact had been sitting in Avery’s closet three months ago, and they were laughing together as if they hadn't spent the last few years systematically dismantling my sister’s entire existence. I signaled to my two guards, Leo and Mike, who were waiting in the SUV behind me, and I told them to keep their distance until I was inside because I didn't want the store security to flag us before I had a chance to say exactly what was on my mind. "Are we really doing this, Miss Thorne? Andre specifically t