All Chapters of Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Adrian tracked down Margaret Black.She was living in a small house in Houston, alone, with a cat and a garden full of roses. She was in her seventies now, frail and forgetful, but her eyes were sharp when Adrian mentioned her brother's name."I haven't seen Marcus in twenty years," she said. "He's dead to me.""Do you know where he might be?""No. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. He's a monster. He destroyed our family. He destroyed everything he touched.""Please. We're trying to find him. He's hurt people. He's hurt my friend."Margaret was silent for a long moment. Then she said, "He has a cabin. In the mountains. Outside Dallas. He used to go there when he needed to disappear.""Do you know where exactly?""No. But I know it's near a town called Pine Ridge. That's all I can tell you."Adrian thanked her and leftJames found Vincent Cole.He was in a minimum-security prison in upstate New York, serving a ten-year sentence for fraud. He was more than willing to talk in excha

The house was quiet when Clara woke.She had barely slept. All night, she had lain awake, her mind racing with thoughts of Mexico, of Marcus Black, of the confrontation that awaited them. She had gone over every detail a hundred times, the address, the plan, the escape routes. But none of it had calmed her.Today was the day.She showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, dark jeans, a simple black sweater, sturdy boots. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and studied herself in the mirror.You look like a woman about to go to war, she thought. Maybe you are.Cassian was waiting for her in the foyer. He was dressed similarly, dark clothes, practical shoes, a gun holstered at his side. He looked up when she entered, his gray eyes full of worry."Are you ready?""No. But let's go anyway."He took her hand, and they walked to the car.The flight to Mexico was long and tense.Clara sat by the window, staring out at the clouds, her hand resting on her belly. The baby was quiet today,

The hotel suite was bathed in candlelight.Imogen stood in the dressing room, her heart pounding, her hands trembling. She had been married for six hours, and she still could not believe it. She was Mrs. Imogen Sterling now. Mrs. Alexander Sterling.She looked at herself in the mirror, at the white silk robe draped over her shoulders, at the nervous excitement in her eyes and took a deep breath.You can do this, she told herself. You've been waiting for this moment for months.She slipped out of the robe and reached for the lingerie she had chosen especially for tonight. It was ivory silk, delicate and elegant, with lace trim and a plunging neckline. She had bought it weeks ago, when she went for shopping with Clara who had urged her to buy it, she had hidden it in the back of her closet, and saved it for this moment.She put it on and studied herself in the mirror.Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all.She opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.Alexander was standing by the w

The morning was warm and golden, the kind of day that made the world feel safe and peaceful.Clara sat in the garden, her enormous belly resting in her lap, her feet propped up on a cushion. She was thirty-eight weeks pregnant now, and everything was a struggle. Walking. Sitting. Standing. Breathing. But she did not mind. Not really.The garden was in full bloom, roses climbing the stone walls, peonies bursting with color, the fountain sparkling in the morning light. A pair of butterflies danced among the flowers, their wings catching the sun.Clara watched them and smiled.This is what peace feels like, she thought. This is what I've been fighting for.Imogen sat beside her, a glass of lemonade in her hand, her red hair bright in the sunlight. She had been visiting more often lately, checking on Clara, keeping her company, making sure she was not alone."You're staring at the butterflies," Imogen said."They're beautiful.""They're just butterflies.""They're not just butterflies. Th

The first light of dawn crept through the hospital window, painting the room in shades of gold and rose.Clara lay in the bed, her body aching, her muscles trembling, her eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in her arms. Sarah. Her daughter. Her miracle.She was so small, barely six pounds with a shock of dark hair and a face that was scrunched up in sleep. Her tiny fingers curled around Clara's thumb, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of new life."Hello, little one," Clara whispered, her voice hoarse from hours of labor. "I'm your mommy. I've been waiting for you."Sarah stirred, her eyelids fluttering, and Clara felt her heart swell with a love so fierce it took her breath away.I will protect you, she thought. I will protect you with everything I have. For the rest of my life.Cassian sat beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder, his eyes fixed on their daughter. He was pale, paler than she had ever seen him and there was a bandage wrapped around his head, a bruise