บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

It had been a few weeks since Celine and Caleb returned from their idyllic getaway in the Maldives. The memories of turquoise waters, golden sunsets, and quiet laughter lingered in her mind, but life had quickly resumed its relentless pace.Celine was back to a packed schedule of meetings, diplomatic functions, and managing the ever-mounting responsibilities of being the president’s daughter. Each day seemed to blur into the next, leaving her exhausted but determined.That evening, as she stepped out of the car and walked into the palace, she immediately noticed something different. The air smelled sweet, almost overwhelmingly so, and the entryway was…“Flowers?” she murmured, stopping in her tracks.The grand foyer of the palace was filled with them. Bouquets of roses, lilies, orchids, and peonies adorned every surface, their colors vibrant and their scent intoxicating. The arrangement was stunning yet almost surreal.“Welcome home,” Caleb’s voice came from the top of the staircase.

Caleb adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket as he stood in the quiet antechamber of the presidential palace. After weeks of dedicating himself solely to Celine, it was time for him to resume his regular duties. Another trusted bodyguard had been assigned to Celine’s protection detail, allowing Caleb to focus on his work outside the palace.But even as he returned to his old routine, Caleb made sure to maintain his presence in Celine’s life in a way that didn’t feel intrusive. Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Caleb arrived at the palace to have dinner with her and President Santos.It was a subtle but meaningful gesture—a way of keeping the bond they had begun to rebuild strong.The dining room was a study in elegance, its long mahogany table adorned with fresh flowers and gleaming silverware. The soft glow of the chandelier bathed the room in warmth as Caleb entered, his gaze instantly finding Celine.She was already seated, dressed in a deep blue blouse that comple

Celine ducked instinctively, her hands covering her head as the driver scrambled out of the line of fire. The car’s windows cracked under the impact of the bullets, shards of glass falling like rain.Caleb moved with precision, positioning himself between the car and the direction of the shots. His eyes zeroed in on the source—a shadowy figure perched on a nearby rooftop, barely visible against the dark sky.He fired back, his movements fluid as he used the car door for cover. “Driver, call for backup!” Caleb barked, his voice sharp.The attacker shifted position, and Caleb took the opportunity to grab the car door handle. “Celine, we’re moving!”“What?” she cried, her voice shaking.“Stay low. Follow me,” he commanded.Caleb pulled her out of the car, keeping her shielded with his body as they moved toward the nearest building. The sound of gunfire echoed around them, each shot sending a fresh wave of adrenaline through Celine’s veins.“Why are we leaving the car?” she managed to ask

The palace garden was quiet, bathed in the silvery light of the full moon. Celine sat on a wrought iron bench near the fountain, the gentle sound of the water trickling behind her. The floral scents of jasmine and roses filled the cool night air, but her mind was far from the serenity of her surroundings.Her thoughts were a whirlwind, circling around one central question: Why?Why did it feel like the world wanted her gone? Why had there been so many attempts on her life? Why now?She hugged her arms around herself, the events of the past months playing over and over in her mind—the betrayals, the secrets, the assassinations. Each attempt felt like another reminder of how precarious her position in life was. She was the president’s daughter, yes, but she was also a target. And no matter how much security surrounded her, danger always seemed to find her.She let out a long breath, leaning back against the bench and staring up at the stars. “How much longer can I live like this?” she w

Celine sat before a large vanity, her reflection showing a serene yet focused bride-to-be. Her hair was being styled into a soft chignon, with a few loose curls framing her face. The makeup artist worked on her skin, brushing her cheeks with a soft pink blush to complement her natural glow.“I still can’t believe the big day is here,” said Marissa, one of her closest friends, holding up a sparkling tiara. “You’re going to look like a queen, Cel.”Celine smiled faintly, her thoughts racing even as she tried to focus on the moment. “It feels surreal,” she admitted.“Have you decided on the final flower arrangement for the tables?” Elena asked, glancing at her clipboard. “The florist is waiting for confirmation.”“The white roses and peonies,” Celine said without hesitation. “Keep it simple but elegant.”“And the menu?” Marissa chimed in. “Is it final?”Celine nodded. “Yes, everything’s set. I just hope everyone enjoys it.”“They will,” Marissa assured her, squeezing her shoulder. “This