Alle Kapitel von My Billionaire Ex-Husband Won’t Let Me Go: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Mia The pitch-black darkness pressed in on us.Panic surged through my veins, hot and blinding. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, and for a split second, the horrifying memories of the gala—the drug, the cold hands, the dark alleyway—rushed back, threatening to swallow me whole. The silence in the penthouse was broken only by the faint electronic beep of the backup battery dying out as the entire security system went into a hard lockdown."Damon—" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper in the suffocating dark.Before the word could fully leave my lips, a pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around me with speed.Damon didn't hesitate. In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled me completely behind his broad frame, using his own body as an impenetrable shield. His grip on my waist was firm, grounding, and fierce. His chest rose and fell against my back in steady, controlled bursts, his instincts kicking into high gear with the lethal precision of a man who had been pre

Mia The silence that fell over our side of the dining table as Marcus put on his performative outrage was absolute. Watching him yell at Athena, watching Mara’s tight, pale face as her constructed facade splintered.I didn't utter another word for the rest of that evening. I didn't need to. The trap was already sprung.In the days that followed that catastrophic dinner at the mansion, I simply sat back and watched the dominoes begin to fall. When you back a group of desperate, corrupt people into a tight corner, you don't even have to strike the final blow—they will inevitably do it for you. Damon and I chose to leave their filth where it belonged: behind closed doors.Friday morning brought a crisp, clear blue sky, free of the choking gray smog of the city. It was the day of Jim’s school annual Family Sports Day.I stood on the wide, manicured grass field of the elementary school, holding two cold bottles of water, wrapped in a comfortable oversized sweater. Parents were scatter

Mia My hands trembled as I scrambled away from the dark, wet smears on the pavement. The cold wind howled through the barren trees of Oakridge Park, but the ice settling in my veins had nothing to do with the weather.I fumbled with my phone, my bloody, wind-chilled fingers slipping across the glass. I dialed Damon’s private line.*Pick up. Please, God, Damon, pick up.*"Mia?"The sound of his voice—deep, steady, and attentive—broke through the deafening roar of panic in my ears. The low hum of chatter in the background told me he had just stepped out of the board meeting."Damon..." My voice cracked, a ragged sob tearing from my throat. "She took her. Mara took her.""Mia? Where are you? What happened?" The background noise on his end vanished."Are you hurt?""I'm at Oakridge Park. Athena called me—she was crying, Damon, she was terrified. She said she had the original physical ledgers, the ones signed by Marcus and Mara. She wanted to turn them over to us in exchange for an escape

Mia The next day, I decided to go to work early.I hadn't been able to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of those toxicological reports flashed across my mind—the way Mara and Marcus had poisoned Damon’s father, slowly draining the life out of him while smiling in his face. The crucial board vote was only days away. We had pieces of the puzzle, but Mara was a cornered beast, and a cornered beast was unpredictable. Driven by a restlessness, I had left the penthouse while he was still trapped in a light, exhausted sleep.I pulled my coat tighter around myself, stepping quietly toward my office.As I passed the halfway mark down the corridor, a thin line of warm light spilling onto the carpet caught my eye. It was coming from Adrian’s office. The door was cracked open just an inch or two.I paused, my brow furrowing in confusion. *What is Adrian doing here this early?*Before I could move past, an agitated voice cut through the hallway, making me freeze in my tracks."I di

MiaThe penthouse kitchen was very much silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the drip of the coffee maker.I sat down, wrapped in an oversized knit sweater, staring down at my empty mug. My hands were wrapped tightly around the warm ceramic, but I couldn't shake the chill deep inside my bones. Just hours ago, I had resigned from Adrian’s Enterprise, from the toxic corporate wars, and from the last remaining anchor of my old life.I was officially unemployed.For the first time in years, I didn't have a desk to report to, an email inbox full of demands, or a malicious boss plotting behind my back. I was free. But sitting here in the morning light, that freedom felt vast—like standing at the edge of a sheer cliff with no map.Soft footsteps padded across the floor. A moment later, the familiar, comforting scent of chocolate musk filled the air as Damon stepped up behind me.He didn't say anything right away. Instead, his hands settled gently onto my shoulders, his th