บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Celine paced her bedroom, her hands gripping the fabric of her robe as she replayed the events of the morning. Caleb? Her ex-husband? Out of all the men in the world, how had it been him?Her chest tightened with disbelief and anger. In all the years they were married, Caleb had never touched her, never kissed her, never even looked at her with anything resembling affection. To him, she had been invisible—a duty, a pawn in his family’s ambitions. He had treated her as though she were a stranger.And now, she realized with horrifying clarity, that was exactly what he had been to her last night—a stranger. How could she have known it was him behind the mask, his voice softened by laughter and champagne?She groaned, her fingers tugging at her hair in frustration. “Of all the people,” she muttered, her voice filled with disbelief. “It had to be Caleb.”She threw on a simple yet elegant outfit—a fitted cream blouse tucked into tailored navy trousers, her heels clicking as she walked to th

The explosion tore through the tranquil atmosphere of the restaurant, shattering glass and sending patrons screaming in panic. The blast wave rippled through the room, and before Celine could process what was happening, Dimitri had grabbed her arm and yanked her down.“Get under the table!” he commanded, his voice sharp but steady.She barely had time to react before he pulled her to safety, his arms shielding her as they ducked beneath the heavy wooden table. The sound of falling glass and distant sirens filled the air, but his calm presence anchored her amidst the chaos.“Stay low,” Dimitri whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “The bodyguards will handle the rest.”Almost on cue, a team of bodyguards in dark suits rushed into the room, their movements precise and efficient. They formed a protective barrier around Dimitri and Celine, their eyes scanning the room for further threats.“We’re moving you out,” one of the guards said, his voice clipped. “The back entrance is secure

Celine stood in front of her vanity, the warm glow of the table lamp casting a soft light across her room. She hummed quietly as she worked through her nightly skincare routine, relishing these moments of solitude.First, she tied her hair back into a loose bun, securing it with a pearl-studded clip. She reached for her cleanser, massaging the silky foam into her skin with deliberate, circular motions. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air, soothing her frayed nerves.Rinsing her face, she patted it dry with a plush towel, then carefully applied toner with a cotton pad, the cool liquid refreshing against her skin. Next came a hydrating serum, which she smoothed over her cheeks and forehead with gentle upward strokes.After letting the serum sink in, she grabbed her favorite jade roller and began gliding it over her face, relishing the cooling sensation as it worked to reduce any tension. Finally, she finished with a rich night cream and a dab of eye cream, her skin glowin

Celine sat on the edge of the sofa in her private study. A knock at the door broke her thoughts.“Come in,” she called, her voice quieter than usual.The door opened, and Dimitri stepped inside, his presence commanding as always. He was dressed in a crisp navy blazer and an open-collared white shirt, his dark eyes sharp with concern.“I heard about what happened,” Dimitri said, taking a seat across from her. “The Hestrels, the bombing, everything. Celine, this is serious.”“I know,” she replied, her voice steady but tired. “My father’s doing everything he can to bring them to justice, but it’s not enough. Linda and her mother are still out there. And Caleb…” Her voice faltered for a moment. “Caleb is in a coma because he tried to protect me.”Dimitri leaned forward, his gaze intense. “That’s exactly why you need to stay on the low for now. The Hestrels have connections—deep ones. You’re not safe here.”Celine frowned, her brow furrowing. “What are you suggesting?”“I’m suggesting you

A week after Dimitri’s heartfelt proposal, the estate’s grand hall was transformed into an exquisite setting for their nikkah ceremony, the Islamic marriage contract that would unite them as husband and wife. The room was a vision of elegance, with gold and white drapery cascading from the high ceilings, intricate floral arrangements of roses and jasmine adorning every corner, and crystal chandeliers casting a warm, inviting glow.The guests—close family and friends—were dressed in vibrant traditional attire, the women in colorful saris and lehengas, and the men in sherwanis and tailored suits. The air buzzed with excitement, a soft hum of conversation punctuated by bursts of laughter.In a private room, Celine prepared for her big moment. Her ivory lehenga was a masterpiece, its gold embroidery shimmering under the soft light. The fitted bodice was adorned with delicate pearls, and the flowing skirt was as light as air. Her dupatta, sheer and edged with intricate gold lace, was drape