Todos los capítulos de Chasing his billionaire ex wife: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

It was a quiet night in the suburban street. Three big black cars came driving in without their headlights on. The people who lived nearby did not see them.. Ryan Voss would never forget this night. Elara Voss was standing on the lawn in the rain. She was holding her daughter Mia. Elara was still wearing the apron she had on while she was cooking. It was all stained with grease. It smelled bad. Six men in suits got out of the cars at the same time. Then the tallest one came forward. Bowed really low. "Ma'am. It has been eight years, two months and four days." Elara Voss did not even blink. "You're late Silas." twelve minutes before Elara was standing in the dining room. Her husband was yelling at her because he did not like the food she made. He said she was not a cook and that she was replaceable. Their sixteen-year-old daughter was laughing at her too. Now they were all driving to a restaurant in their fancy car. They had no idea that the woman they left behind was not a housewife

"Elara!" Ryan roared again, his voice cracking against the scream of the turbines. He looked disheveled. The expensive blazer he had worn so proudly at dinner was rumpled, and his face was a mask of panicked fury. Behind him, Chloe stood by the car, her eyes wide, clutching her designer purse as if it were a life raft.Elara did not stop walking. She didn't even break her stride. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the asphalt, a steady, lethal beat. Silas shifted Mia to his other arm and stepped into Ryan’s path. He was a wall of solid muscle and expensive wool."Step back, Mr. Voss," Silas said. The calm in his voice was more terrifying than Ryan’s shouting."Get out of my way! That is my wife! Elara, tell this gorilla to move!" Ryan tried to shove past Silas, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Silas didn't even stagger. He simply placed a hand on Ryan’s chest and applied enough pressure to force the air out of his lungs.Elara reached the bottom of the air stairs. She tu

The air in the office suddenly felt thin. Elara gripped the edge of her mahogany desk, her knuckles turning white. The name on the security tablet felt like a ghost reaching out from a grave she had visited every year for a decade."That is impossible," Elara whispered. Her voice was a ghost of its former strength. "Seraphina is gone. I saw the wreckage. I saw the reports.""The biometric override was a ninety-nine percent match, Ma’am," the guard stammered. He didn't know the history. He didn't know that the death of Elara’s younger sister was the very event that had driven Elara to hide her identity in the first place.The elevator at the end of the hall chimed. The sound was bright and clinical, a sharp contrast to the thunder pounding in Elara’s ears. Silas moved instinctively, stepping between Elara and the door, his hand reaching for the holster hidden beneath his jacket.The doors slid open.A woman stepped out. She was draped in a trench coat that looked like it had seen the d

The smoke did not go up. It moved. It crawled on the ceiling like it was alive. It wrapped around the walls. It sank to the floor in thick waves. Every breath Elara took felt like breathing in dust and heat.“Chloe!” she shouted. Her voice disappeared. The fire was too loud. Wood was cracking. Beams were screaming.Behind her, Seraphina coughed hard. “Stay low!” Elara bent down. She put one hand on the wall. She walked through the hallway. She had walked here calmly two months ago on visiting day. That memory hurt now.The student photos on the wall were melting. Glass broke and fell.“Chloe!” she shouted again, louder. A door slammed deep inside the building. Then a loud crash. Something heavy fell.Elara’s heart was beating fast. Too fast.A teacher ran past them to the exit. Her eyes were full of fear. “Get out! The east wing is falling!” “Room 214!” Elara grabbed her arm. “Where is it?” The woman pointed down the hall. “Left turn! But don’t go—” Elara was already

The helicopter ride back to the city felt longer than the ride to the school.No one said anything for the first ten minutes.The blades were loud. They chopped through the night. The noise filled the helicopter but didn’t make anyone feel better. Below, the city lights looked tiny and far away, like stars on the ground.Elara sat by the window. She still held her phone. The screen was black now. But she kept looking at it, like the video might come back.Chloe’s face. Her voice. “Mommy, I want to come home.”Seraphina sat across from her. Her elbows were on her knees. Her hands were squeezed together so hard her fingers turned white. Silas wore a headset. He talked quietly to people all over the world. He was asking for help without making noise.The helicopter smelled like fuel and cold air.Finally, Elara spoke. “You knew.” Her voice was calm, but you could hear the anger under it.Seraphina looked up. “Knew what?” Elara kept looking out the window. “That this would happe