All Chapters of Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The roar of the helicopter blades faded into the distance, leaving the yacht eerily quiet. Celine’s knees gave out as she collapsed onto the deck, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The events of the past hour swirled in her mind—Caleb’s cold gaze, his venomous words, the sight of Linda bound and bruised, and the unbearable tension that had finally broken.“Celine!” Dimitri was at her side in an instant, his strong arms steadying her. “Breathe, you’re safe now.”She clung to him, her sobs wracking her body. “Safe? How can you say that? None of this feels real.”Dimitri knelt beside her, his hands firm on her shoulders. “It’s over, Celine. Caleb is gone. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. “It’s not over. It’s never over. Don’t you see? He’ll come back. He always comes back.”Dimitri sighed, his expression pained. “He won’t. Not this time.”Celine’s eyes darted to Linda, who sat slumped against the railing, her face pale a

The USB drive sat on the desk like a ticking time bomb. Celine’s fingers hovered over the laptop keyboard, her heart racing. She couldn’t ignore what Caleb had left behind, even though every instinct screamed at her to leave it alone.Dimitri stood behind her, his arms crossed. His jaw was tight, and his voice was low. “Are you sure you want to do this?”She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with determination. “I need to know the truth. No more secrets, Dimitri. Not from you, not from my father, not from anyone.”He hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. But if this is as bad as I think it is, you have to promise me you’ll stay calm.”Celine didn’t answer. Instead, she typed in the password Dimitri had guessed after a few attempts—Caleb’s favorite codename for his operations. The file unlocked with a soft chime, and the screen filled with rows of documents, images, and video files.The weight in the room shifted.Dimitri leaned over her shoulder, his face grim as they scrolled through

The lavish palace press room was crowded with reporters, their eager eyes glued to President Santos as he strode to the podium. His posture exuded power, his expression firm but controlled. Cameras flashed, capturing every detail as he adjusted the microphone.“My fellow citizens,” Santos began, his deep voice carrying an air of authority, “in these uncertain times, our nation has faced numerous challenges. Recent events, including the arrest of Caleb Alcantara, have uncovered a dangerous conspiracy aimed at destabilizing our government.”Celine stood just outside the press room, her heart pounding as she watched the live broadcast on a nearby monitor. She knew what was coming.“After a thorough investigation,” her father continued, “we have identified the mastermind behind these heinous acts. Dimitri Reznov.”Gasps rippled through the room, and Celine felt her knees weaken.“Dimitri is a dangerous fugitive,” Santos said, his tone resolute. “He has orchestrated attacks, manipulated ke

The streets were in chaos. Protesters swarmed the city squares, their chants of anger and desperation echoing off the stone buildings. Signs bearing slogans like “No More Lies” and “Justice for Santos” filled the air alongside the smoke of tear gas. The leak exposing part of President Santos’s corruption had spread like wildfire, and now the nation was on the brink of revolt.Inside his fortified palace, President Santos watched the footage on a large screen. His face was cold, his expression unreadable as his aides whispered nervously behind him.“They’re demanding answers, Mr. President,” one of them said.Santos didn’t turn. “They’ll get answers when I decide they’re ready for them,” he said, his tone chilling. “For now, increase the curfews and deploy more troops. Show them who’s in control.”Far from the unrest, Celine sat in a dimly lit cabin nestled deep in the woods. The safe house, hidden and secure, was their temporary refuge. She gazed out the window, her face pale and draw

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the small island in hues of orange and gold. Waves lapped gently at the shore, and a soft breeze carried the scent of salt and wildflowers. The secluded villa sat nestled amidst palm trees, its white walls glowing in the fading light.Celine sat on the porch, her feet propped up on the wooden railing. She wore a light sundress, her hair loose and wavy from the ocean air. In her hands was a worn book she had been struggling to finish, though her thoughts often wandered elsewhere.From the kitchen, Dimitri’s deep, steady voice broke the peaceful silence. “Dinner’s almost ready. Do you want wine or tea with it?”Celine smiled faintly, closing the book. “Tea, I think. Wine will just make me sleep too early.”Dimitri appeared in the doorway, a soft grin on his face. He wore a loose linen shirt and rolled-up trousers, looking more relaxed than she had ever seen him. “Tea it is,” he said, walking toward her.As he reached the porch, he leaned down an