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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
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-04Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 29
Danielle's point of view The hallway was a tunnel of hush. My heels struck the polished floor like punctuation, each step a declaration I didn’t feel brave enough to make. The house held its breath. Every creak in the walls, every shadow flickering from the stained glass above the stairwell felt like a whisper of what had happened here. What was still unraveling.At the bottom of the stairs, Lena gave me a nod, her hands wrung tightly in front of her apron. She wouldn’t meet my eyes. That was never a good sign.“He’s in the study,” she said softly, then vanished around the corner like she couldn’t bear to watch what was about to unfold.I paused at the heavy oak door. My hand hovered above the brass handle, palm damp, pulse skittering. Whatever was behind that door, it was going to change things. I could feel it in my bones—the deep ache that always came before a storm.With a breath, I pushed the door open.He stood by the tall windows, sunlight outlining the silhouette of a man who
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Michael's point of view The silence in the car was a living thing. It pulsed, breathed. Danielle sat beside me, her eyes fixed on the world outside the window, as if it offered more comfort than I ever could. Streetlights carved golden patterns across her face, but the coldness in her posture made them meaningless.I should have told her.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather groaning beneath my fingers. Regret burned slow, like a cigarette left too long between the lips. I had orchestrated every move to bring her to me, to bind her to this life, to keep her safe. But safety wasn’t love. And it wasn’t truth."You should eat something," I said.She didn’t respond. Her jaw tightened. Her silence was sharper than any insult she could throw. And God, she could throw them like knives.I parked outside the estate, and she stepped out before I could round the car. That was new. Danielle had always waited, always given me that sliver of control.Now, even that was gone.Inside, t
Last Updated : 2025-04-06Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 31
Michael's point of view I sat in the study, the firelight casting long shadows against the shelves, licking the edges of the leather-bound history I had inherited but never asked for. The glass in my hand sweated beneath my fingers. Bourbon—something sharp and heavy enough to anchor the mess clawing at my chest.Danielle’s perfume still clung to the air. Something floral, but grounded. Like her—elegant, poised, yet rooted in something too real for the world I’d tried to fit her into. I’d watched her tonight. Really watched her. She was unraveling, but not in the way I expected. Not from weakness. From strength. It should have pleased me.It didn’t.The door creaked open behind me.“Are you going to sit in the dark all night?” Vincent asked.I didn’t look at him. “Maybe.”He moved closer, poured himself a drink without asking. That’s how we operated—on habit, not invitation.“She’s slipping through your fingers,” he said after a beat.I turned slowly. “You think I don’t know that?”“S
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 32
Daniella's point of view The hallway felt colder than it should. My bare feet brushed over the marble as I walked, my body trembling—not from the chill, but from the war inside me. I could still hear him. I love you. The words rang in my ears like sirens. Not soft. Not sweet. They came out like a confession from a man on the edge of losing everything.And I didn’t know what terrified me more—that he meant them… or that I wanted to believe him.I gripped the banister as I descended the staircase, my nails digging into the polished wood. My breath came in shallow pulls. Not from exertion. From restraint. If I let go for even a second, the dam inside me would burst. And I couldn't afford to break. Not now. Not when everything was unraveling.Michael had the file.Michael had always had the truth.My father’s blood was still fresh in my memory. Still dripping in my dreams. And the man who claimed to love me had been holding the blade of that truth the entire time.I reached the bottom st
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . Chapter One
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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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 32
Daniella's point of view The hallway felt colder than it should. My bare feet brushed over the marble as I walked, my body trembling—not from the chill, but from the war inside me. I could still hear him. I love you. The words rang in my ears like sirens. Not soft. Not sweet. They came out like a confession from a man on the edge of losing everything.And I didn’t know what terrified me more—that he meant them… or that I wanted to believe him.I gripped the banister as I descended the staircase, my nails digging into the polished wood. My breath came in shallow pulls. Not from exertion. From restraint. If I let go for even a second, the dam inside me would burst. And I couldn't afford to break. Not now. Not when everything was unraveling.Michael had the file.Michael had always had the truth.My father’s blood was still fresh in my memory. Still dripping in my dreams. And the man who claimed to love me had been holding the blade of that truth the entire time.I reached the bottom st
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 31
Michael's point of view I sat in the study, the firelight casting long shadows against the shelves, licking the edges of the leather-bound history I had inherited but never asked for. The glass in my hand sweated beneath my fingers. Bourbon—something sharp and heavy enough to anchor the mess clawing at my chest.Danielle’s perfume still clung to the air. Something floral, but grounded. Like her—elegant, poised, yet rooted in something too real for the world I’d tried to fit her into. I’d watched her tonight. Really watched her. She was unraveling, but not in the way I expected. Not from weakness. From strength. It should have pleased me.It didn’t.The door creaked open behind me.“Are you going to sit in the dark all night?” Vincent asked.I didn’t look at him. “Maybe.”He moved closer, poured himself a drink without asking. That’s how we operated—on habit, not invitation.“She’s slipping through your fingers,” he said after a beat.I turned slowly. “You think I don’t know that?”“S
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 30
Michael's point of view The silence in the car was a living thing. It pulsed, breathed. Danielle sat beside me, her eyes fixed on the world outside the window, as if it offered more comfort than I ever could. Streetlights carved golden patterns across her face, but the coldness in her posture made them meaningless.I should have told her.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather groaning beneath my fingers. Regret burned slow, like a cigarette left too long between the lips. I had orchestrated every move to bring her to me, to bind her to this life, to keep her safe. But safety wasn’t love. And it wasn’t truth."You should eat something," I said.She didn’t respond. Her jaw tightened. Her silence was sharper than any insult she could throw. And God, she could throw them like knives.I parked outside the estate, and she stepped out before I could round the car. That was new. Danielle had always waited, always given me that sliver of control.Now, even that was gone.Inside, t
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 29
Danielle's point of view The hallway was a tunnel of hush. My heels struck the polished floor like punctuation, each step a declaration I didn’t feel brave enough to make. The house held its breath. Every creak in the walls, every shadow flickering from the stained glass above the stairwell felt like a whisper of what had happened here. What was still unraveling.At the bottom of the stairs, Lena gave me a nod, her hands wrung tightly in front of her apron. She wouldn’t meet my eyes. That was never a good sign.“He’s in the study,” she said softly, then vanished around the corner like she couldn’t bear to watch what was about to unfold.I paused at the heavy oak door. My hand hovered above the brass handle, palm damp, pulse skittering. Whatever was behind that door, it was going to change things. I could feel it in my bones—the deep ache that always came before a storm.With a breath, I pushed the door open.He stood by the tall windows, sunlight outlining the silhouette of a man who
Billionaire 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
Billionaire 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
Billionaire 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
Billionaire 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
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.“
