All Chapters of My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter Seventy One

Asher's POVThe car felt too quiet as I drove away from the office after dropping Amelia off. The morning traffic moved in slow waves around me, but my mind was elsewhere — replaying the events of the previous night, the argument at the gala, the way Killian had looked at her, the way she had shaken his hand. I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, my knuckles whitening against the leather. I trusted her. I did. But the jealousy still simmered beneath the surface, a low burn I couldn’t quite extinguish. The city lights reflected off the windshield as I navigated the streets, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence.I glanced at the passenger seat and froze. Her new phone — the one I had given her that morning — was sitting there, forgotten. The sleek black device gleamed in the sunlight, a small reminder of how distracted she had been. I sighed, the guilt from taking her old phone earlier mixing with a new wave of protectiveness. I couldn’t let her go the whol

Chapter Seventy Two

Amelia’s POVAsher didn’t leave my side for the rest of the day. After the chaos in my office — the confrontation with Killian, the security guards dragging him away, the blood on Asher’s knuckles — he stayed close, his presence a steady anchor in the middle of the storm. He sat in the corner of my office while I tried to work, his laptop open on his knees as he handled his own business from a distance. Every so often, he would glance up at me, his blue eyes soft with concern, his hand reaching out to squeeze mine when the silence grew too heavy. I appreciated it more than I could say. The weight of the day — the gala, the argument, the kiss from Killian, the revelations about Damian — felt a little lighter with him there.My father marched into my office without knocking, his rigid posture as impeccable as ever, his cold grey-blue eyes scanning the room like he owned it. Asher stood up immediately, positioning himself between us, but I placed a hand on his arm, signaling that I could

Chapter Seventy Three

Amelia’s POVThe boardroom fell into a stunned silence as my words hung in the air, heavy and final, like a gavel coming down. “The motion passes. Damian Hades is suspended, effective immediately. An external audit will begin on Monday.”The decision had been made. For years I had sat in this room, second-guessing myself, swallowing my opinions, letting men twice my age talk over me like I was still the intern who brought them coffee. Not today. The board members stared at me, their expressions a complicated storm of shock, reluctant respect, and raw uncertainty. Margaret, who had voted against me on every single initiative since I took over as CEO, pressed her lips together and gave me the smallest nod. Thomas exhaled loudly and rubbed a hand down his face. Others shifted in their leather chairs, the sound too loud in the quiet. A few exchanged glances over the rims of their glasses, as if asking each other, _Did that really just happen?_I stood at the head of the table, my hands

Chapter Seventy Four

Amelia's POVThe night stretched on endlessly, the weight of the day refusing to let me rest. I lay in Asher’s arms, my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, but sleep evaded me. The footage from the orphanage kept replaying in my mind — the grainy image of the ten-year-old boy dropping the baby from the balcony, the cold smile he gave the camera afterward. Every time I closed my eyes, it was there again, the small body disappearing from view, the boy’s face turning toward the lens with that chilling curve of his lips. I tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around my legs, the digital clock on the nightstand glowing 2:17 AM, then 3:42 AM, then 4:58 AM. Asher slept beside me, his breathing steady and deep, one arm draped loosely over my waist. I didn’t want to wake him. He had enough on his plate with the attack on his parents, the investigation, and everything else we were carrying. So I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, the weight of what

Chapter Seventy Five

Asher's POV Esme flipped the folder open. The sound was loud in the quiet. “Damian — or Daniel — got adopted and went off the grid for two full years,” she began, her voice low and measured. Every word felt deliberate, like she was placing stones across a river so we wouldn’t drown. “Valerie and Lester Hades. They had no information whatsoever about them for two years after the adoption as well, except the fact that they were in Mexico for the entire two years. No school records. No medical records. No credit card use. No social media. Nothing. It’s like they rented a house and disappeared.”She slid a photo across the coffee table. A grainy shot of a white stucco house with blue shutters, somewhere near Tulum. Palm trees. Nothing else. “They came back when he was 13,” Esme continued. “And they introduced Damian to the world as Damien Hades. New name. New birth certificate. New story. ‘Our perfect son.’”I listened carefully, my hand tightening slightly on Amelia’s shoulder as the

Chapter Seventy Six

Asher's POV The call from Jordan came just as I was finishing my coffee in Amelia's office, the morning light streaming through the windows of the building. My phone buzzed on the counter, his name flashing on the screen. I answered quickly. “Jordan. What’s going on?”His voice was urgent but professional, the way it always was when things were escalating. “Sir, things are escalating with the Killian situation. The legal team needs you in the office immediately. There are multiple cases filed against you, and the PR team is already fielding calls from the media. You need to be here.”I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. The events of the previous night — the gala, the argument with Amelia, the confrontation with Killian — were still fresh in my mind. I glanced at Amelia, who was sitting at her desk with her own cup of coffee, her grey-green eyes watching me with quiet concern. “I’ll be there soon,” I told Jordan. “Give me twenty minutes.”I hung up and turned to Amelia,

Chapter Seventy Seven

Amelia's POVThe office felt unusually quiet that afternoon, the kind of quiet that amplified every small sound . I sat in the chair in Asher's office doing some paper work, staring at the half-finished report on my screen, but my mind was elsewhere. Hayley Williams. The name kept circling in my thoughts like a persistent echo. The way she had hugged Asher, the familiarity in her voice, the way her eyes had lingered on him a second too long. And the more I thought about it, the more it unsettled me.I tried to focus. I really did. I scrolled through the same paragraph three times, but the words blurred. My cursor blinked at me like it was waiting for me to catch up. Outside the glass walls, people moved with purpose — interns with coffee, associates rushing to meetings, Jordan pacing with his phone to his ear. But inside Asher's office, time felt slower. Heavier. Asher was working at the small table in the corner of his office, his laptop open, his brow furrowed in concentration. He

Chapter Seventy Eight

Amelia’s POVThe idea of announcing our engagement publicly felt right in that moment, a quiet rebellion against the chaos trying to pull us apart. I liked it. The thought of claiming our relationship openly, of showing the world that Asher and I were solid despite the scandals and the rumors, brought a small sense of control back into my hands. For weeks everything had felt reactive — statements, damage control, dodging questions. This would be different. This would be us choosing the narrative. I turned to him in the dim light of the living room, my fingers tracing the edge of his jaw as I smiled softly. The lamp beside us cast a warm glow across his face, catching the faint stubble he hadn’t shaved off yet. He looked tired, but he looked like _mine_.“I like the idea,” I said, my voice low and thoughtful. “Announcing it soon. Making it official. It feels like the right move — not just for the company, but for us. To show everyone we’re not hiding. We’re choosing each other.”Sayin

Chapter Seventy Nine

Amelia’s POV The drive to Killian’s mansion felt longer than it should have. The city gradually gave way to quieter, upscale suburbs, the streets lined with tall trees and grand homes set back from the road. Sunlight filtered through the branches in thin strips, making patterns across the hood of the car. Every mile we drove took us further from the noise of downtown and closer to the kind of quiet that felt staged. Darcy sat in the passenger seat, her hands folded in her lap, her expression a mix of concern and quiet determination. She hadn’t put on makeup today. Her hair was pulled back, and she looked more like the Darcy I’d met in law school — sharp, loyal, and ready to fight. The radio played softly in the background, some gentle instrumental piece that did little to ease the knot in my stomach. It was too calm for what we were about to do. I kept my eyes on the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. My palms were damp. Darcy broke the s

Chapter Eighty

Amelia's POVThe gun pressed cold and hard against my temple, the metal biting into my skin. Killian’s breath was hot and ragged against my ear, his grip on my arm bruising as he held me in place. I could feel his pulse racing through his fingers. The world seemed to slow down, every sound amplified — the distant hum of the mansion’s air conditioning, the faint creak of the floorboards under our feet, the sharp intake of Darcy’s breath beside me. My heart hammered in my chest, a wild, erratic rhythm that made it hard to think. I could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with sweat, the metallic tang of fear in the air. This wasn’t the polished businessman I had met at the gala. This was a man unraveling, his carefully constructed facade cracking right in front of me. And I was the one he was taking it out on.“Stay back!” Killian yelled, his voice raw and unhinged, echoing through the grand foyer of his mansion. The sound bounced off the marble and the high ceilings. The securi

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