บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Declared Dead, Returned Dangerous: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Avery’s POV The penthouse felt smaller than it did an hour ago, and the air was still heavy with the shouting match that had just ended between Andre and Alexa, so I just sat at the kitchen island and watched the steam rise from my coffee while they stared at each other across the room. Alexa was leaning against the marble counter with her arms crossed over her chest, and she didn't look like the girl who had just caused a scene on Madison Avenue, she looked like someone who had already decided on her next move and was just waiting for us to catch up. "We can keep hiding in this high-tech bunker all month but Julian is already building a wall around his data, and since he already thinks a 'ghost' is coming for him, he’s going to be scrubbing his private servers every single night," Alexa said as she looked from Andre to me, and her voice was a lot calmer than it had been when she first walked through

Alexa’s POV I sat at a cramped desk in the open-plan bullpen of Sterling Global and kept my head down while I typed out a series of meaningless data entries, and I made sure to adjust my thick glasses every few minutes because the heavy frames were starting to leave red marks on the bridge of my nose. The three rounds of interviews had been a joke because the HR manager was so overwhelmed by the sudden departures that she barely looked at my face, and by the time I was sitting in front of Julian for the final sign-off, he was too busy yelling at someone on his cell phone to notice that the girl in the dull brown wig had the same bone structure as the sister-in-law he used to ignore. "Lexi, I need those research files on my desk ten minutes ago, and why is the IT department telling me that the main server is showing a critical thermal alert?" Julian shouted as he stepped out of his glass office and lo

Avery’s POV The penthouse was far too quiet while Alexa was at the office and Andre was out dealing with his meetings, so I spent most of the afternoon in the climate-controlled storage room at the back of the hallway where Andre had moved several boxes of my mother’s personal things from the old estate. I sat on the floor with my legs crossed and a thick stack of medical folders spread out around me, and I felt a dull ache in my chest every time I saw my mother’s elegant handwriting on the margins of her old journals. I was looking for anything that didn't fit the official narrative of her illness, because the more I thought about Julian’s sudden appearance in our lives, the more I felt like every move he made had been calculated long before we ever met at that tech conference. I reached into the bottom of a smaller wooden chest and pulled out a stack of old prescription receipts that had been clipped to

Avery’s POV A piece of glass It took a massive effort to pull my heavy wet boots up over the edge of the car frame, and I tumbled into the front passenger seat of the SUV while mud sloughed off my clothes and ruined the clean leather floor mats. The vehicle was already moving forward before I could even grab the handle to pull the door completely shut, and Julian's guards were suddenly running into the narrow lane behind us while the bright beams of their flashlights danced wildly across our rear window. Andre slammed his foot down on the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel hard to the left, and the car fishtailed slightly on the wet gravel before the tires finally found traction and we shot out onto the main road. "Did they see you when you left the loading dock area?" Andre asked as he kept his eyes glued to the dark road ahead and shifted the gear into maximum drive. "No, I don't think they saw my face because the rain was too heavy and I stayed low in the ditch until

Alexa’s POV A family of vultures I adjusted the heavy plastic frames of my glasses and stared flatly at the spreadsheet on my monitor, and I kept my fingers moving across the keyboard to maintain my disguise even though my ears were ringing from the loud voice echoing down the executive hallway. The elevator doors had just slid open a minute ago, and Julian’s sister, Clara, had marched straight past the reception desk without signing the visitor log or offering a single greeting to the staff who were trying to hand her the morning memos. She was clutching an expensive leather handbag against her side and her face was flushed with a deep purple tint, and she looked exactly like she did when my guards humiliated her security team at the boutique two days ago. "I don't care if Julian is in a closed board meeting with the biotech investors