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Billionaire 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
Last Updated : 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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 24
Michael's point of view Danielle was a study in poise, every movement deliberate, every glance calculated. She had learned well. Too well.I watched her from across the room, her back straight, chin lifted, the diamond necklace I had placed around her throat catching the light. A collar, a statement, a warning. She was no longer the woman Oliver had discarded. She was something else entirely now—something sharper, something untouchable.The gala had been a stage, and she had played her role beautifully. Oliver had been unraveling by the minute, his grip on his champagne glass tightening with every smile she directed my way. And Caitlyn? She had nearly shattered under the weight of Danielle’s presence alone.I had expected satisfaction. Victory. Instead, there was something else curling inside me, something I refused to name.Back at the estate, the silence between us stretched. Danielle removed the necklace and placed it on the vanity, her fingers steady, her expression unreadable.“
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Daniella's point of view The city stretched before me, a sea of lights flickering like distant stars. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of untouched wine in my hand, its deep red hue catching the dim glow of the penthouse. Behind me, the murmur of voices and the clinking of glasses filled the space, but they were nothing more than background noise. My mind was elsewhere.Michael had left a few moments ago, his presence still lingering in the air. He hadn’t spoken much, but then, he rarely did when he was thinking. And tonight, I could tell his mind was working through something dangerous. I had learned to recognize the set of his jaw, the way his fingers tapped absently against the glass of his drink when he was plotting.I exhaled, my breath fogging slightly against the glass. My reflection stared back at me, expression unreadable. The dress I wore clung to me like a second skin, a masterpiece of silk and strategy. It was designed to command attention, to remind peopl
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Daniella's point of view The night air clung to my skin as I stepped out onto the balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly before me. The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from inside barely reached me, muffled by the weight of my own thoughts. The party was still in full swing, but I needed air, space—anything to drown out the way Michael’s presence wrapped around me like an unshakable grip. A flicker of movement in the reflection of the glass doors caught my attention. Oliver. He stood just inside, watching, his posture taut, hands clenched at his sides. I had felt his gaze all night, a quiet storm brewing just beneath the surface. I turned before he could say anything, my hands gripping the cold railing. The scent of his cologne reached me first, familiar and unwelcome. “You look beautiful,” Oliver murmured, his voice rough around the edges. “But then again, you always did.” I exhaled slowly, counting my breaths, steadying myself against the whirlwind threatening t
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The early morning light seeped through the window like reluctant hope, each beam illuminating the quiet desperation in the room. I stood in the study, staring at the reflection that had begun to feel both alien and intimately familiar. Every line on my face, every scar I tried to hide, whispered stories of battles fought and promises broken. In my hand, I still clutched the note Michael left—the weight of its words anchoring me to a past I longed to escape yet could not forget.I let the note fall onto the desk as if it were a relic of a life I no longer wanted. The silence of the room was profound, interrupted only by the steady hum of the air conditioner and the distant rumble of the city. I sank into the leather chair, feeling the cool surface beneath me as I closed my eyes. Every breath was a struggle between the desire to be free and the terror of what freedom might cost.The memory of Michael’s touch—so deliberate, so unyielding—played over and over in my mind. I recalled the se
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Nella's POV:I stepped out of the room in a blue sundress, my blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. As I approached the stairs, one thought consumed me: Oliver Quinn, my husband, who had left for the parking lot a while ago.He was on his way to work, and I decided to see him off, even though I knew he wouldn’t appreciate it. No matter how much effort I put in, he always glared at me with disdain."But I won’t give up. Maybe this time, seeing him off will earn me a smile," I thought, smiling widely as I prepared to step onto the first stair. Just then, I caught sight of two hands reaching out from the corner of my eye, prompting me to turn away.“Arghhh!” Caitlyn screamed as she lost her footing. I instinctively reached out, trying to grab her shoulders, but it was too late—she tumbled down the stairs.‘Was she trying to push me?’ I wondered, watching her roll until she hit the ground hard and, blood began to flow out heavily from the side of her head.“Miss Cait!” a maid called, rushin
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The early morning light seeped through the window like reluctant hope, each beam illuminating the quiet desperation in the room. I stood in the study, staring at the reflection that had begun to feel both alien and intimately familiar. Every line on my face, every scar I tried to hide, whispered stories of battles fought and promises broken. In my hand, I still clutched the note Michael left—the weight of its words anchoring me to a past I longed to escape yet could not forget.I let the note fall onto the desk as if it were a relic of a life I no longer wanted. The silence of the room was profound, interrupted only by the steady hum of the air conditioner and the distant rumble of the city. I sank into the leather chair, feeling the cool surface beneath me as I closed my eyes. Every breath was a struggle between the desire to be free and the terror of what freedom might cost.The memory of Michael’s touch—so deliberate, so unyielding—played over and over in my mind. I recalled the se
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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 25
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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 24
Michael's point of view Danielle was a study in poise, every movement deliberate, every glance calculated. She had learned well. Too well.I watched her from across the room, her back straight, chin lifted, the diamond necklace I had placed around her throat catching the light. A collar, a statement, a warning. She was no longer the woman Oliver had discarded. She was something else entirely now—something sharper, something untouchable.The gala had been a stage, and she had played her role beautifully. Oliver had been unraveling by the minute, his grip on his champagne glass tightening with every smile she directed my way. And Caitlyn? She had nearly shattered under the weight of Danielle’s presence alone.I had expected satisfaction. Victory. Instead, there was something else curling inside me, something I refused to name.Back at the estate, the silence between us stretched. Danielle removed the necklace and placed it on the vanity, her fingers steady, her expression unreadable.“
Billionaire 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
Billionaire 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
Billionaire 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
Billionaire 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
Billionaire 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
