All Chapters of The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I didn't let the driver take me home. Instead, I had him circle the block and drop me right back in front of the restaurant. My heart was pounding, a mix of adrenaline and pure, unadulterated fury. Nathan hadn’t just played a business card; he had reached into my past and pulled out the most painful moment of my life just to sell a few more digital subscriptions.I found him still at the bar, swirling a glass of sparkling water and looking far too pleased with himself. When he saw me march back in, his eyebrows shot up in mock surprise."Lena? Forget something?"We’re going to the office. Now," I said, my voice low and vibrating with an edge that made the bartender step back.Nathan didn't argue. He followed me out, his expression shifting from amusement to a guarded, professional curiosity. We walked the two blocks to his building in a silence that felt like a ticking bomb. The moment the glass doors of his private suite closed behind us, I turned on him."You leaked the factory stor

Adrain's PovThe heavy weight that had been sitting on my chest for weeks finally lifted the moment I opened my eyes. For the first time in a long time, the bedroom didn't feel like a vast, empty canyon. It felt like home. I watched Lena for a moment while she slept, the morning sun catching the gold in her hair. She looked peaceful no longer the stressed woman fighting for her voice, but the woman who had already won.I got out of bed quietly, feeling a sense of clarity I hadn't felt since before Nathan Thorne ever whispered in her ear. The "Ice King" persona that I usually wore like a suit of armor felt unnecessary today.Downstairs, breakfast was different. The tension that usually curdled the air was gone. I found myself actually enjoying my coffee, listening to Leo talk about his school project without my mind drifting to legal strategies or security threats. When Lena joined us, looking radiant even in a simple robe, I felt a surge of pride so sharp it almost hurt. She had handl

The evening was supposed to be a victory lap. Adrian and I were finally breathing again, the quiet of the penthouse feeling like a sanctuary rather than a cage. We were sitting on the terrace, the city lights shimmering below us like a sea of diamonds, talking about a future that finally felt real. I had my head on his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart, when my phone buzzed on the glass table.I reached for it, expecting a notification from my editors or a message from Sarah. Instead, the screen displayed a number I didn’t recognize and a series of international digits that felt cold just looking at them.I slid my thumb across the screen, and the air seemed to leave my lungs in a sharp hiss.“The crown was never yours to wear, Lena. It was only on loan. I’ve spent my time in the shadows gathering the pieces you thought you broke. The Queen is back, and this time, I’m taking everything, my name, and the Wolfe empire. Enjoy the view while you still have it. By the tim

I walked out of the boardroom without looking back. My vision was tunneled, the edges of the hallway blurring as the "Ice King" mask finally shattered. It wasn't fear that was driving me it was a cold, vibrating rage. Martha hadn't just thrown a folder on the table; she had tried to incinerate the life I had spent a year building with the only person who ever saw me as more than a balance sheet. I didn't take my private elevator. I took the stairs, two at a time, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I needed to see Lena. I needed the one person who didn't look at me like a fraud. I burst into her office at *Horizon*, not bothering to knock. She was standing by the window, a cup of tea in her hand, looking out at the city. She turned, her eyes instantly scanning my face. She didn't have to ask. "She did it," Lena said softly, setting the cup down. "She did it," I rasped, leaning my weight against the door. "She threw the contract on the table like a trophy. She’s ca

Adrain's PovThe penthouse was silent, bathed in the blue-grey glow of the city at 2:00 AM. For once, the panoramic view of the skyline felt like a cage rather than a kingdom. I sat on the edge of the sofa, the old, soot-stained ledger resting on my knees like a heavy, cursed stone. My hands were still stained with the dust of the mansion’s chimney, but the grime on my skin was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my marrow. I couldn't get the sound of her voice out of my head. *“Make sure the child isn’t in the car.”* She had sat at my father’s funeral and wept. She had held my hand while they lowered his casket into the ground, her black veil shielding eyes that had already seen the crime happen in her mind. For years, I had carried the guilt of his death the "what ifs" of a mechanical failure only to find out that the failure was in the woman who gave me life. How could someone be that calculated? To share a bed, a life, and a child with a man, only to orchestrate hi