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Chapter 15
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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 16
Michael’s Point of ViewThe night air was thick with the scent of whiskey, polished marble, and money. It always smelled the same in these places—where power dripped from crystal chandeliers and greed lay just beneath the surface of every conversation. The gala was no different, a room full of men who thought they ruled the world and women who knew better but played along anyway.And then there was her.Danielle.Or rather, Nella, if I wanted to push her buttons.She moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her spine straight, her expression unreadable. The emerald gown hugged her in all the right places, every step calculated, every glance controlled. She had learned well. Too well.I sipped my drink, the slow burn trailing down my throat as I watched her from across the room. She was untouchable, at least that’s what she wanted people to think. But I knew better.A man approached her, his gaze lingering longer than necessary, his posture too confident for my liking.I didn’t mov
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-26Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 17
Michael’s Point of View The door clicked shut behind her, leaving only the faint trace of her perfume in the air. A mix of something delicate, deceptively soft—just like the woman wearing it. But I knew better.Danielle was anything but delicate.I sat down, running a hand over my jaw as I stared at the door she had just walked through. She was getting smarter. More aware. She was starting to see things—see me—in ways I wasn’t sure I liked.Or maybe I liked it too much.The moment she had called me out on already having a plan, something shifted between us. She was right. I didn’t need her to destroy Oliver.But that wasn’t the point.I wanted her in the destruction.I wanted her to watch him crumble, to know that I was the one who placed the final nail in his coffin. I wanted her to feel that power—not because she needed it, but because she deserved it.And yet… she still hesitated.That hesitation was a problem.I leaned back, my fingers tapping against the armrest as my thoughts s
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-26Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 18
Michael’s Point of ViewI should’ve known it was a setup the second I walked through the door.The air inside the abandoned warehouse was thick with the stench of rust and damp concrete. A single overhead light flickered, barely cutting through the shadows pooling in the corners. The place was too quiet. Too still.I moved carefully, my instincts coiled tight, ready.I’d come here for a deal—an arrangement that should’ve put my business another step ahead. But I wasn’t an idiot. In this world, trust was just another weapon waiting to be turned against you. And yet, I still walked in.They were waiting for me.At first, it was just him—Vincent Romano, a lowlife who thought ambition made him untouchable. He stood near a crate, hands stuffed into his pockets, posture loose, like this was just another night.“Michael,” he greeted, flashing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Glad you could make it.”I didn’t respond. Just watched.Then I noticed the way his fingers twitched, the slight sh
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-27Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 19
Michael’s Point of ViewPain was an old friend.I had been shot before. Stabbed. Beaten within an inch of my life more times than I cared to count. I knew how to grit my teeth, how to keep moving through the agony. But this?This was different.Because Danielle was here.She was kneeling beside me, her hands firm but careful as she pressed down on the wound. Her touch was warmer than I expected, despite the sharpness in her eyes.And she hadn’t hesitated.Not even for a second.I should’ve teased her for it. Mocked her for caring. But the words never came. Instead, I just watched her, the way her brows furrowed in concentration, the way her lips parted slightly as she focused.She was trying to ignore it—what this meant.And that was fine.Because I wasn’t ignoring it.“You need stitches,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. “I don’t have the right tools here, but—”“We don’t have time,” I rasped. “Just stop the bleeding.”Her hands stilled.Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze to
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-27Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 20
Daniella’s point of view A lot has been happening and it got me worried, it wasn't supposed to make me that worried.I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the edge of the vanity. My reflection staring back at me was unfamiliar, poised, untouchable. A woman draped in wealth, her skin kissed by soft candlelight, yet hollow beneath the surface. Michael’s world had draped me in silk and power, but it couldn’t erase the bruises time had left around my ribs.The door creaked open. I didn’t turn. His presence filled the space before his voice did.“It’s time,” Michael said.The necklace he held shining under the glow of the chandelier—a delicate chain of diamonds, a collar of ownership. He stretched his legs walking closer, the cool metal ghosting against my throat as he fastened it. His fingers tracing my collarbone, barely a touch, but it sent a sensation through me. I swallowed the reaction before it surfaced.“Perfect,” he murmured.He was watching, always watching. Was
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-28Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 21
Danielle’s point of view.The morning light cut through the room in slanted beams, gilding the edges of silk and shadow. I sat at the vanity, combing my fingers through my hair, watching the reflection that stared back.It was still me, the lady who Micheal liberated, nothing changed and I have to accept the truth.The events of last night lingered like the scent of burning embers, unseen, but impossible to ignore. Oliver’s presence. His calculated movements. Michael’s quiet amusement.It should have been satisfying to see Oliver fold under the weight of his own regret. But it wasn’t. Not entirely.A knock at the door. Soft, measured.Michael.I didn’t bother answering. He walked in anyway.He was already dressed—pressed charcoal slacks, a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the throat. There was something effortless about him, something calculated.He leaned against the dresser, watching me in the mirror.“Sleep well?”I turned, tilting my head. “You already know the answer to that.”His
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-29Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 22
Isabella's point of view The night air pressed against my skin, thick with the weight of unspoken words. The scent of damp earth filled the air, carrying whispers of things left unresolved. My heels clicked against the marble as I stepped inside, the dim lighting casting elongated shadows across the walls. Michael’s presence loomed behind me, silent but heavy, his gaze a weight I refused to acknowledge.I raised my shoulders high in the air, my chest out as my hands swung as my hips swayed.My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms—a grounding sensation in the face of the storm swirling within me. The events of the evening lingered like an echo, Oliver’s stare, Caitlyn’s smirk, the silent war playing out in careful glances and lingering touches. The taste of victory was bitter in my mouth, laced with something I refused to name.Michael moved past me, his jacket sliding from his shoulders with practiced ease. The fabric landed on the back of the leather ch
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-30Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 23
Michael's point of view The moment Danielle stepped into the room, I knew something had shifted. She carried herself with a precision that wasn’t just control—it was strategy. Her gaze skimmed over me, indifferent, as though she hadn’t spent the evening before wrapped in my world, my power.I closed the distance between us slowly, measuring her reaction. The faintest flicker of tension in her shoulders gave her away, but she didn’t step back. Good.“You didn’t come to bed last night,” I said, my voice quiet, steady.She glanced at me, unimpressed. “Neither did you.”A smirk threatened, but I swallowed it down. She was learning.I reached for her, trailing a finger down the bare skin of her arm. She didn’t flinch, didn’t soften. That, more than anything, set my blood simmering. “What’s on your mind, Danielle?”She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “Do you trust me, Michael?”I let the question settle, studying the way she held herself—controlled, expectant. I could lie, feed
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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 44
Danielle's Point of ViewThe rain had not stopped for hours. It bled against the windows in thick sheets, streaking down the glass like the sky itself was grieving. I stood by the tall window of Michael's study, my arms folded tightly, pulse ticking in my throat. The storm outside couldn’t rival the one inside me.Behind me, I heard the soft click of the door opening. His footsteps were slow, deliberate. I didn’t turn."It was never supposed to go this far," Michael said. His voice carried the weight of something unspoken—regret, maybe. Or resignation.I kept my gaze on the rain. "But it did. And now we're standing in the ashes."He moved closer, but not enough to touch me. Just near enough that I could feel the warmth of his presence creep up my spine."You knew what this was from the beginning," he said, voice low.I turned, finally, and met his eyes. There was no hatred in mine. Only exhaustion. "Did I? Or did you make me believe I could stay in control? That I wouldn’t fall into t
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 43
Michael's Point of ViewThe rain started before I could find her.It came down in sheets, loud and wild against the hood of the car, the kind of storm that made the city blur at the edges. I didn't care. My knuckles tightened around the wheel, the leather biting into my palms, my chest wound tight with something I hadn’t felt in years—dread. Real dread. Not the kind you can measure in losses or risk margins. The kind that comes when someone gets too close, and you can't protect them.Danielle had left the estate in silence. No note. No message. Just the echo of her perfume lingering in the hallway. I should’ve known something had shifted the moment she looked me in the eye this morning and didn’t flinch. Something had broken free in her, and I let it happen because I wanted her strong.But this—this silence was different.The wipers couldn’t keep up with the rain. I could barely see the road, but I wasn’t heading anywhere random. I knew her patterns, her ghosts. And when you know a pe
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 42
Danielle's Point of ViewThe evening light bled through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the study. The silence was thick, filled with the weight of everything left unsaid. I stood near the bookshelf, fingers brushing against the spines of leather-bound volumes I hadn't dared to touch since I arrived. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, hollow-eyed and regal, cloaked in the armor Michael had taught me to wear.He entered without a word. His footsteps were slower than usual, deliberate. I didn’t turn. Not yet."You canceled the board meeting," I said, watching the window."They didn’t need me there today."I turned slowly, finding his eyes already on mine. There was something different about the way he looked at me now—like he was seeing a version of me he hadn't planned for."You left without saying anything this morning.""I needed to think."His jaw tensed, the lines of his face sharp under the fading light. "And did you? Think?""Too much."He moved closer,
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 41
Danielle's Point of ViewThe walls of the Hills estate loomed higher tonight, dressed in silence. The wind whispered against the glass panes like it carried secrets meant only for me. I stood by the tall windows in the drawing room, barefoot, the silk of my robe brushing against my skin with every slow breath.Michael hadn’t come home.That truth curled in the pit of my stomach like smoke, heavy and unshakable. He never mentioned where he was going. No message. No call. Only silence.I hated that it bothered me.The fire crackled behind me, casting long shadows that danced across the marble floor. My reflection in the window was ghostly, half-formed—a reminder that somewhere between vengeance and survival, I had become someone else. Someone colder. Someone lonelier.Footsteps echoed behind me.Not Michael’s.Lucien.He moved with his usual stillness, always watching before he spoke. He stopped at the threshold of the room, not daring to step in fully."He's still not back," he said."
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 40
Michael’s Point of ViewNight deepened the shadows in the study. The only light came from the dying embers in the hearth and the faint glow of city lights through the tall windows. I sat behind my desk, shoulders slumped, papers strewn before me like casualties of a war I hadn’t fully won.Danielle had patched my wound. Blood in her fingers had unsettled me more than the blade that caused it. I’d worn scars like armor; she bore them like proof of survival. And now every mark on my skin carried the weight of her care.Across the room, her silhouette lingered in the doorway. She leaned against the frame, arms hugging herself. Her eyes, dark in the firelight, tracked my every move.I closed the ledger in front of me, its pages empty of solutions. Nothing here mattered if she remained distant.“Can we talk?” I said.She didn’t move.“About tonight.” My voice echoed in the stillness.She pulled free, stepping closer. The air between us hummed with words unspoken.“Why didn’t you let me hel
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 39
Michael's point of viewThe rain came in thin sheets, slicking the windows and whispering against the glass like a confession no one wanted to make. My fingers curled tighter around the edge of the desk, knuckles paling beneath the tension. Danielle hadn’t returned my last call. Or the one before that. Silence from her wasn't unfamiliar, but it never came without a price.The office light cast sharp angles across the dark wood of the room. Everything around me was too clean, too still. The kind of quiet that made you realize something had shifted—subtly, but irrevocably.A knock disrupted the hush. It was soft, hesitant."Come in," I said, voice even, betraying nothing.Eliza stepped in, her posture too straight, her face too controlled. That alone made my chest tighten. Eliza never walked on eggshells unless there was something sharp beneath her feet."She went to the old estate," she said, pausing just long enough for her words to sting. "Alone."I didn’t answer. I pushed the chair
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 38
Danielle's Point of ViewThe rain came without warning, crashing against the windows like a thousand tiny drums, drowning the silence in Michael's study. I stood near the fireplace, its warmth brushing my skin, though it did nothing to ease the cold growing beneath it. The flames danced but gave no comfort.Michael had been gone for hours. He left with one promise clinging to his back like a shadow: tonight, it ends.I didn’t ask how. I didn’t need to. The look in his eyes had been enough.The storm outside matched the one twisting inside me. I paced, palms damp, heartbeat caught between anticipation and dread. My mind replayed everything that led us here. Every betrayal. Every deal. Every kiss that lingered too long. Every moment I convinced myself I didn’t care.A sharp knock split the air.I turned.The door creaked open.Michael stood there, soaked to the bone, hair clinging to his forehead, blood trickling from his lip.He didn’t speak at first. Just stepped in slowly, eyes locki
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 37
Danielle’s Point of ViewThe wind howled outside the mansion as if echoing the storm inside me. I stood at the edge of the hallway, the lights dim, casting long shadows along the marble floors. Michael hadn’t returned since the meeting. Hours had passed, and each second dug its claws deeper into my chest. Something was wrong. I felt it not in my mind, but in the quiet protest of my bones, in the chill that refused to leave my skin.The staff moved like ghosts around me, their eyes dropping whenever I passed. They knew something, or maybe they sensed it too. The air felt heavy, like it was holding its breath with me.My phone buzzed on the console table beside the stairs. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. My body was too tightly wound, my heart too loud in my ears. I picked it up slowly, the screen casting a pale glow against my face. One message. One name.Leo."It’s done. The board’s vote was unanimous. He’s out."I didn’t breathe. I stared at the words until they blurred. My thumb hovered
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 36
Danielle's Point of ViewThe silence in the study wasn't silent at all.It buzzed. Low, constant, like the humming of invisible wires strung too tight between me and the man sitting across from me. Michael sat there, hands steepled under his chin, his gaze unreadable, unreadably dangerous.I stood with my arms folded, the firelight catching the edge of my bracelet—a gift from him, but tonight it felt like a shackle.He hadn't spoken in minutes.Neither had I.But it wasn't silence. Not really.It was the tension that spoke, the quiet that screamed."Say it," I said finally, my voice thin but not weak.His eyes didn't blink. "You met with Elijah."I swallowed.He already knew."And you already knew that when you asked me to sit down. So what is this? A performance?"Michael rose slowly from his chair, the leather creaking under the shift of his weight. He moved toward the window, hands in his pockets, the movement deceptively casual."You went alone."The window reflected both of us. M
