บททั้งหมดของ My Billionaire Ex-Husband Won’t Let Me Go: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Mia The rain was just beginning to slick the asphalt outside Vance’s private office as I pushed the door open, my hands still shaking slightly from the adrenaline of what I had just captured.Vance was standing by the large oak desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up, staring at a tablet filled with plummeting stock charts for NovaTech. Sitting across from him in a leather armchair was Lucien—Damon’s high-priced lead criminal defense attorney, a silver-haired man whose legal mind had kept half the billionaires in the city out of prison.The moment they saw me rush into the room, their heads snapped up."Mia?" Vance asked, his brow furrowing as he noticed my pale face and tense posture. "Where have you been? We've been trying to call you. The emergency board vote is tomorrow morning, and if we don't find a break in this financial fraud case, the board is going to permanently strip Damon of his voting rights."I didn't answer right away

Mia I looked at Damon, and I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. We were finally alone in our room, the door clicked shut behind us, and the silence of the house felt like it was pushing us closer together. I didn't want to wait another second. I stepped into his space, my chest brushing against his, and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck.He didn't hesitate. His hands found my waist, gripping me firmly, and he pulled me flush against him. When his lips finally met mine, it felt like a spark went off in my stomach. The kiss started slow, almost tentative, but it quickly turned hungry. I moaned into his mouth, tasting him, feeling the way his tongue pushed against mine, demanding more. I loved the way he kissed me—with a mix of desperation and possession that made my knees feel weak.I pulled back for just a second, breathing hard, looking into his dark eyes. He looked wrecked, his pupils blown wide, staring at me like I was the o

MaraThe flashing camera lights outside the NovaTech headquarters felt like a thousand burning needles against my skin.I kept my chin up, my back straight, and my expression carved out of absolute, unyielding ice. I wore my favorite black cashmere coat, my designer sunglasses hiding the fury burning in my eyes. Beside me, Davis was hauled away by federal marshals, sobbing hysterically as the steel handcuffs snapped around his wrists.The reporters shouted over each other like a pack of wild wolves.“Ms. Mara! Is it true you orchestrated the corporate fraud?”“Are you facing federal arrest?!”I didn’t look at them. I didn’t flinch. I walked past the sea of microphones, stepped directly into the back of my waiting town car, and slammed the door shut, cutting off the noise.Inside the leather-lined interior of the car, the mask of calm dignity finally shattered.My hands, resting on my lap, started to tremble. A hot, suffocating rage rose up from my chest, burning my throat.Defeated?

DamonThe door of my office was closed, but I could still hear the low hum of the city outside. I sat at my desk, rubbing my thumb and index finger against the bridge of my nose, trying to push away a splitting headache.On my desk sat three thick financial reports. Three commercial real estate deals. Three bids we had lost in the last two weeks.It didn't make any sense.NovaTech had the best architects, the best pricing models, and the strongest market position in the city. Yet, every single time we placed a bid, a mysterious competitor swooped in at the very last second with a slightly better proposal. They knew our exact numbers. They knew our structural layouts. They knew our strategy before my own executive team had even finished printing the paperwork.Someone was leaking our data.I leaned back in my leather chair, letting out a tired breath. My mind drifted back to Mia.Over the past few weeks, she had

Damon Across my office room, Lucien sat casually on the edge of the leather couch, flipping through a thick leather-bound folder filled with financial records, bank routing numbers, and encrypted server logs. He looked up, a satisfied, knowing smirk playing on his lips."Well, Damon," Lucien said, closing the folder with a soft thud. "The federal prosecutors have officially accepted the package. With the data Mia pulled from Skyline's servers and the offshore trail we mapped out, Mara’s web of shell companies would soon be dismantled. The RICO charges are locked in. The arrest warrants will soon be signed."I walked over to the desk, picked up a pen, and spun it between my fingers. "When does it drop?""Tomorrow morning," Lucien replied, standing up and straightening his tie."While she’s sitting in her penthouse sipping her morning espresso, federal agents will freeze every single asset she owns. She won't even see it coming."A cold, hard sense of satisfaction settled deep in my ch