All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Declared Dead, Returned Dangerous: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Alexa’s POVI stood by the main registration desk at the rolling green country club holding two oversized clipboards because the committee had officially appointed me as the reluctant mediator for the annual elite tournament, and the atmosphere on the grass was already boiling hot before the first ball was even struck. Marcus Vance had used his massive corporate sponsorship check to completely hijack the entire morning registry, and as I looked at the official pairing sheets, I could see he had deliberately placed himself in the premium starting duo right beside Avery while shoving Andre into a miserable group behind them with the city's three most annoying, gossipy socialites.Andre was currently standing near the equipment racks with his knuckles turning completely white around the handle of his expensive graphite driver, and his eyes were locked onto Marcus, who was leaning against his brand-new, custom-built luxury golf cart with a ridiculous grin on his face."Alexa, you need to

Andre’s POVWe managed to fix the penthouse water supply line by using my secondary emergency cistern pumps, but the absolute headache of Marcus’s endless high-society harassment had finally reached a point where I needed to get Avery completely away from the city limits for a few days. My private jet had dropped us off at my secluded tropical island estate in the Bahamas yesterday afternoon, and the morning sun was finally shining perfectly over the white sand beach while Avery sat peacefully on a luxury lounge chair with a book and a cold drink.I was just starting to relax in my swim trunks while pouring us two fresh glasses of fruit juice, but the quiet sound of the ocean waves was suddenly shattered by the massive, rumbling roar of a diesel engine out on the water."Andre, please tell me that is just a standard tourist cruise liner passing by our reef, because if that vessel turns around toward our private bay, I am going to lose m

Andre’s POVI reached into my jacket and gripped the handle of my gun while pulling Avery behind my back, and I stepped out onto the terrace with my shoes pressing quietly against the floor tiles while the shadow near the glass doors suddenly moved into the light. The figure stepped fully into the terrace lights, and instead of a hitman sent by Marcus, an elderly woman in an expensive suit holding a small dog under her arm looked at us with an irritated expression while three huge suitcases sat on the floor beside her."You can put that weapon away right now, Andre, because if I wanted to have you shot, I wouldn't stand out on a balcony in the humidity waiting for you to finish your little elevator ride," Grandmother Eleanor said, setting the tiny dog down on the ground where it immediately ran past my feet and into the living room."Grandmother Eleanor, what are you doing standing outside our private terrace entrance at eleven o'clock at night without giving us any warning, and how d

Alexa’s POVI ran into the living room with the morning paper in my hands, and I stopped right near the table where Avery and Andre were standing because the front page was completely covered by a massive headline detailing a bizarre story about Avery's background. The street down below the penthouse was already crawling with dozens of news trucks and reporters, and my phone was buzzing every two seconds with calls from major news networks trying to confirm the ridiculous story before the morning news broadcast started."You both need to look at this paper right now, because a tabloid just published a massive article claiming Avery is the long-lost heiress to a huge European chocolate fortune," I said, handing the paper directly to Andre while Avery leaned over his arm to read the text."This is completely absurd, Alexa, because my family made our money in real estate and shipping, and I have never even visited that chocolate factory in