All Chapters of Pampered by the Dominant Billionaire After My Divorce: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

No matter what, that woman still had the power to steal every bit of attention.It was like someone had suddenly drained all the strength from Cecily’s body. A wave of bone-deep cold swallowed her whole.He was so close, yet so far. Looking at this scene now, Cecily finally realized how foolish she had been.She used to believe that if she tried hard enough, she could win Adam’s heart. But she never expected that after Jessica left, his heart had already shut itself away. He kept saying he hated her—but without love, how could there be hate?Her knees buckled, and she nearly lost her balance. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out to steady her.“Miss, careful there.”The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Cecily turned, dazed, only to see a man she didn’t recognize. Digging her nails into her palms, she forced herself to steady, stepping away from his support. “Thank you…”“No problem.”Jeffrey frowned when he noticed the torn fabric at her elbow, revealing a nasty scrape beneath. Blood

Cecily gasped and immediately checked herself. Seeing that she was still in the same cocktail dress from the banquet, her heart finally eased.Her body… hadn’t been touched.She pushed herself up from the bed, but the sudden movement made her head spin. She clutched the sheets tightly until the dizziness faded, then slowly made her way out of the suite.By the time she reached the first floor, most of the guests had already left.She pulled out her phone. No missed calls, no messages from Adam Garcia.Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number she knew by heart. It rang for a long time—no answer.Gritting her teeth, she dialed again.This time, the line went dead—the phone was turned off.Cecily’s chest clenched. Thinking of the woman she had seen earlier, she finally understood why Adam could never love her.Jessica was like a ghost that haunted his heart. Even if he claimed to hate her, that hatred was born from love. And now that she was back… what was Adam planning to do?“Move

She kept calling him a bastard, though even she knew it wasn’t just the kiss that hurt so much. What truly cut her was the fact that Adam had never really cared about her—not from the beginning, not ever.And then suddenly, she was pulled into a solid embrace.A low sigh brushed past her ear.Cecily’s whole body froze again.But this time, Vince didn’t try anything more.She buried her face in his chest and cried harder. For a fleeting moment, she gave in—letting herself lean on that broad, warm shoulder instead of pushing him away.Outside, night had fallen deep and heavy.The woman in his arms kept sobbing, and Vince sat silently, watching cars and people pass by on the street. His expression was unreadable, though his gaze was dark and thoughtful.--When Cecily finally stirred awake, the car was parked on a quiet stretch of mountain road not far from the Garcia estate.A dim streetlamp cast a pale glow inside. The car itself was dark, but even so, she could make out the man in the

“What?” Frank Miller was stunned. “That… that’s impossible!”He knew better than anyone just how much charm Vince Boucheron had. Given the chance to get close to him, what woman in her right mind would climb into another man’s bed?“You think it’s impossible?” Vince asked lightly.Frank swallowed hard under the pressure. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”“If it’s impossible,” Vince’s voice suddenly dropped, sharp and ruthless, “then make it possible.”The words made Frank shiver.“What do you mean by that?” But before he could get an answer, the line went dead.Frank rubbed his forehead helplessly. Had Vince completely lost it over Cecily? If nothing else, he now understood his determination—Vince wasn’t going to let her go.After hanging up, Vince’s gaze flickered dangerously. Moments later, his eyes narrowed, and he slammed the brakes before sharply steering down a different road.--To Jessica, love was once something worth longing for. But she knew better than anyone that, com

As the Brown family’s most beloved little sister—and a red-hot star—Setlla had always been high-profile and fearless.The moment Cecily saw her, some of the exhaustion from the last few days lifted. She walked over, managing a faint smile. “What’s this? Since when do you go around in disguise? Weren’t you always afraid people wouldn’t recognize you?”Setlla, still facing away, immediately spun around at the sound of her voice. She shot Cecily a glare—then remembered she was wearing oversized shades. With a huff, she pulled them off and glared again properly. “Says you! What’s going on? Susan called me today, frantic, saying you’d moved out?”“Yeah.” Cecily looked casual, waving down a waiter for two lemon waters. Meeting her friend’s sharp gaze, she chuckled. “Why? You’ve been telling me to leave Adam forever. Now I did, and you’re not happy?”But Setlla’s brows knitted tighter.No one knew Cecily’s feelings for Adam Garcia better than she did—how she’d burned nearly all her youth and