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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
Last Updated : 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
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.“
Last Updated : 2025-04-01Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 25
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-02Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 26
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-02Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 27
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-03Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 28
Daniella's point of view The breeze was soft against my cheek, threading through my curls like fingers too gentle to be real. I stood by the window, forehead pressed against the cool glass. Outside, the morning stirred with quiet promise—birds darted between trees, their wings slicing through the air with soundless purpose. Somewhere below, a taxi honked, impatient, jarring. The world didn’t stop for heartbreak. It never had.My breath fogged a faint circle on the glass, then faded just as quickly as it had come. I stared at it, wishing I could disappear like that—brief, unnoticed, gone.The door behind me creaked again. I didn’t flinch. The scent of cedar and smoke drifted toward me before his reflection appeared on the windowpane—Michael, standing just beyond the threshold, uncertain, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks like he was holding himself together.He didn’t speak.Neither did I.Footsteps—three, soft and slow—until he stood beside me, his shoulder brushin
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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 45
Danielle's Point of ViewThe silence stretched between us, thick and unspoken, the kind that settles after truths are revealed but not yet accepted. I stood at the edge of the terrace, the wind pulling at my dress like it, too, wanted me to leave. The city below shimmered, indifferent to my unraveling.Behind me, I could feel Michael's presence before he spoke. He hadn’t moved since I’d walked away from him. His restraint was unsettling, like a lion choosing not to pounce."You're not going to say anything?" I asked, my voice low, carrying a tremble I couldn't hide."What would you like me to say?" he replied, and even in its softness, his voice scraped against me.I turned slowly. The glow from inside the house cast shadows across his face, sculpting the hardness of his jaw, the fatigue around his eyes."That it wasn’t real. That you didn’t mean it. That it was just strategy again."He exhaled through his nose, a slow drag of breath. "If I said that, would it make it easier for you t
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
