Semua Bab My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis : Bab 1 - Bab 7

ELARA’S POV The first thing I heard when I stepped through the door of my own home was laughter, and it did not belong to anyone I loved. I stood in the doorway of the small apartment on Crest Lane with my work shoes still on and my uniform smelling. Looking closer, I watched three women I had never seen before sit around my mother's kitchen table as if they owned it, laughing at something on a phone screen. My mother, Martha Hale, stood beside the stove with her back turned and her shoulders pulled tight like she was trying to disappear into the wall. I recognized one of the women immediately, and my stomach dropped hard and fast. It was Donna Pryce, the landlord's assistant, she was holding a white envelope in her hand, tapping it against the table. "There she is," Donna spat out mockingly, looking directly at me without smiling. The other two women stopped laughing and looked over as well, and I felt nervous suddenly. "We have been waiting for you," Donna said, pla

ELARA’S POV The night after the gala, everything felt wrong. I went back to work like nothing had changed. It was as if I had not seen a world that was never meant for me, as if I had not stood in front of a man who looked at me like I truly mattered. But nothing felt the same. The diner smelled the same, the plates felt the same in my hands, and the noise of people talking and laughing filled the air as always. Still, I could not settle. My thoughts kept going back to him, to the way he spoke, the way he looked at me, and the way he said my name like it meant something. I told myself it did not matter because people like him did not think about people like me after the moment passed. So I worked. I cleared tables, wiped down counters, and kept moving so I would not think too much. Then i felt it. There was a strong presence right behind me, so close that the back of my neck tightened before my mind could catch up. I turned, and everything inside me stopped. When Silas Thron

ELARA’S POV Silas did not waste time, and the moment I stepped into the empty parking structure and saw the expression waiting on his face. I knew this conversation had nothing to do with apologies or unfinished history between us. The tension in his posture immediately tightened something inside my chest. His shoulders were stiff, and his eyes kept shifting toward the entrance behind me like he expected someone else to appear at any second. The sound of my footsteps echoed softly as I moved closer, wrapping my arms tighter around myself. “You should not be here.” The words came out low and tense, and that caught me off guard because Silas had never looked at me like this before. A confused frown pulled at my face. “You asked me to come.” “I know.” His jaw tightened “But things have changed.” The way he said it made unease settle deep in my stomach. Nothing about him felt normal tonight. There was something restless in the way he stood, and it made my pulse begin to qui

ELARA’S POVI stood in the doorway for a long time without moving.My eyes kept going back to the third photograph, to my father’s face and the four red words written across the bottom of it, and I felt something shift inside my chest that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with fury.They had my father, or they wanted me to believe they did, which was almost the same thing in terms of what it required from me.I walked into the apartment and closed the door behind me and stood at the kitchen counter and looked at all three photographs carefully.My mother leaving Mercy General Hospital three weeks ago meant they had been watching her before the gala, before Julian ever walked into my life and proposed in a garden with a ring that already had my name inside it.Me walking into Vane Industries on my first day as an administrative assistant meant they had known who I was before they hired me, and the job had not been an accident any more than the gala had been.My father o