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Danielle's point of viewThe warmth of Michael's hand still lingered against mine as I sat in the quiet of my bedroom, the fire flickering low in the hearth. The silence felt different now—not sharp or cold, but suspended, like a breath waiting to be exhaled. I stared at the shadows dancing across the ceiling, replaying his words.You are more.It should have felt validating. It should have filled the spaces I had carved inside myself to survive. But instead, it unearthed something deeper, something I wasn't ready to name.The moonlight pooled across the floor, bathing the marble in silver. I stepped toward the window, pulling the curtain aside. The garden below was still, the roses trimmed, the hedges perfect. Too perfect.Just like everything else in this house.I heard him before I saw him. Michael's gait, deliberate and slow, the whisper of his shoes against the hall runner. I didn't move when the door opened.He paused at the threshold. For a moment, neither of us said a word."I
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 35
Danielle's Point of ViewThe rain painted the glass in streaks, soft drumming tapping against the tall windows of Michael's study. The fire crackled in the hearth, but no warmth reached me. I stood at the far end of the room, arms wrapped around myself, watching the storm blur the night into nothing. The silence between us had stretched for too long, taut like a string on the edge of snapping.Michael was behind me, his presence unmistakable even in silence. I didn’t need to turn to know his posture—hands in his pockets, gaze fixed, unreadable. The way he looked at me lately... like he was seeing more than I wanted him to. Like he was waiting for something I hadn't decided to give."You haven’t said a word in hours," he finally murmured.His voice didn’t startle me. It never did. It crawled beneath my skin, settled there, and stayed."What would you like me to say?" I asked, my voice low, almost swallowed by the storm.He didn’t answer immediately. I heard the faint creak of the leath
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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
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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
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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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Billionaire 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
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . Chapter Two
Nella's POV:Suddenly, Oliver came into view. "Oliver, how is Caitlyn?" I stuttered.His furious gaze locked onto me as he approached. "You ungrateful bitch!” He yelled, raising his hands to hit me. I closed my eyes anticipating the slap but it never came, I slowly pried my eyes open to see that Agent Cooper had held Oliver back from hitting me.Tears welled up in my eyes, how could Oliver think of hitting me? “Control yourself Mr. Quinn. We will handle everything now that we are here.” Agent Cooper said, as she pulled out a handcuff from his pants pocket and advanced towards me.“You are under arrest for attempting to murder Miss. Caitlyn Pearce.” Agent Cooper began. ‘Attempt murder? Under arrest?’ My mind suddenly began to race. “Oliver, are you aware of this?” I asked turning to face him, there was absolutely no way he would allow these men take me in. This was obviously one of Caitlyn's schemes. “All your questions will be answered in court, Mrs. Quinn.” Agent Cooper said coldl
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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
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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
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 35
Danielle's Point of ViewThe rain painted the glass in streaks, soft drumming tapping against the tall windows of Michael's study. The fire crackled in the hearth, but no warmth reached me. I stood at the far end of the room, arms wrapped around myself, watching the storm blur the night into nothing. The silence between us had stretched for too long, taut like a string on the edge of snapping.Michael was behind me, his presence unmistakable even in silence. I didn’t need to turn to know his posture—hands in his pockets, gaze fixed, unreadable. The way he looked at me lately... like he was seeing more than I wanted him to. Like he was waiting for something I hadn't decided to give."You haven’t said a word in hours," he finally murmured.His voice didn’t startle me. It never did. It crawled beneath my skin, settled there, and stayed."What would you like me to say?" I asked, my voice low, almost swallowed by the storm.He didn’t answer immediately. I heard the faint creak of the leath
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 34
Danielle's point of viewThe warmth of Michael's hand still lingered against mine as I sat in the quiet of my bedroom, the fire flickering low in the hearth. The silence felt different now—not sharp or cold, but suspended, like a breath waiting to be exhaled. I stared at the shadows dancing across the ceiling, replaying his words.You are more.It should have felt validating. It should have filled the spaces I had carved inside myself to survive. But instead, it unearthed something deeper, something I wasn't ready to name.The moonlight pooled across the floor, bathing the marble in silver. I stepped toward the window, pulling the curtain aside. The garden below was still, the roses trimmed, the hedges perfect. Too perfect.Just like everything else in this house.I heard him before I saw him. Michael's gait, deliberate and slow, the whisper of his shoes against the hall runner. I didn't move when the door opened.He paused at the threshold. For a moment, neither of us said a word."I
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 33
Michael's point of viewThe hallway lights flickered once as I leaned against the polished marble column, the low hum of the chandelier above me swinging in rhythm with the silence Danielle left behind. Her scent still lingered in the space, sharp like defiance and warm like grief. I had memorized the sound of her heels—three clicks short of the door, then nothing. She hadn’t looked back.My fingers curled tighter around the glass I hadn’t sipped. The whiskey burned more in thought than taste.I had seen it in her eyes before she left: not anger. Worse. Restraint. She hadn’t yelled, hadn’t fought. She had walked away with grace carved from stone. That was how I knew I’d gone too far.Ed's voice echoed in my head, something he'd said weeks ago, about knowing when to stop testing the fire before you end up burned. But I had struck matches for years. It was how I controlled the chaos. It was how I learned who people truly were.But Danielle? She was the first person who refused to flinch
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
