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CHAPTER 262
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CagalieYulaHello there, Rebels! It's the beginning of a new month. I hope you all support me again by sending some GEMS for this novel. It would really mean so much to me. :) xo
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MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 263
I spent the better part of the morning in the living room, trying to focus on a new puzzle with Lucas, who was steadily becoming my little mastermind. He was getting quicker at these, his tiny fingers piecing together shapes with a focused little frown that made my heart swell with love. As I leaned over to help him fit a corner piece, he looked up at me with his wide, curious eyes.As Lucas and I played with his favorite puzzle on the living room rug, he was bubbling over with excitement, his little fingers working to fit pieces together. I loved these quiet moments with himâwatching his expressions shift with each puzzle piece he conquered. I thought we were set for a peaceful morning until he glanced up with a question I hadnât prepared for.âMommy,â he asked, looking at me with an innocent curiosity. âWhy hasnât Uncle Daddy William come to play? Did heâĶ forget me?âI felt my heart falter. William had been so present in Lucasâs life, even during our tangled, complicated act for the
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That evening, as I settled Lucas into bed, my mind was still spinning with everything Iâd felt and realized at English Bay. I found myself replaying the questions I had asked Leon, turning over his silent answers in my mind, as if the warmth Iâd felt there was indeed a sign that heâd heard me. I knew Iâd have to face these feelings sooner or later, and that meant confronting William. Heâd been patient, trying to play his part as best he could, and yet it was impossible for him to understand what it meant to carry a loss like mine.After days of thinking, wrestling with memories and regrets, I made my way back to the cafÃĐ where William had asked to meet. Today felt different. I had come to terms with the possibility Iâd spent so long avoiding: that maybe, letting go of the past didnât have to mean erasing it. Maybe it could mean making space for someone else. For Lucasâs sake. And, I admitted to myself, maybe even for mine.The next morning, I decided to send William a message: Mee
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The days felt lighter than usual, like I was finally able to breathe again after what felt like a lifetime of holding my breath. I had made my peace with the past, with Leon's memory, and had decided to give my heart a chance to find love again, even if the path was still new and uncertain. William was making it easy. Each day, he seemed determined to show me how committed he wasânot just to Lucas and me but to our future together. Today marked the end of a long and exhausting shoot. The sun was dipping behind the set as the director called for a wrap, the crew breaking into applause, and my co-stars and I relaxed, feeling the collective weight lift. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw William approaching with a radiant smile and a massive bouquet of red roses. I didnât expect him to show up on set, let alone with flowers in hand, but the sight of him sent a quiet warmth through me. He looked proud, confident, and undeniably handsome, and I couldnât help the blush that crept o
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The day after my conversation with William, I received a message from my publicist about an upcoming press conference. It was organized by the studio to promote the film, but theyâd be opening the floor to any questions the press might have about the recent engagement between me and William or the scandal. Part of me dreaded the entire affair, but another part knew this was necessary. After everything that happened, it was crucial to show that I wasnât hiding from the spotlightâor from the truth. I arrived early, the room already buzzing with reporters setting up their equipment and fans gathering outside, hoping for a glimpse of the cast. My eyes scanned the rows of chairs and the raised platform where weâd be seated, and I tried to calm my nerves.âMargarette!â My publicist, Tina, called from the corner, waving me over. âQuick, before the others get here. I want to go over a few things.âI nodded, grateful for her organization as she quickly briefed me on potential questions and r
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A FEW WEEKS AFTER...The day began like any other, except for the excitement in Lucasâs eyes as he pulled me down the hallway."Mommy! Look!" he squealed, pointing to the plane tickets William held, smiling wide. âWeâre going to the theme park!âMy eyes widened, looking from Lucas to William, who simply shrugged with a mischievous grin. âThought we all deserved a bit of fun,â he said. I couldnât hold back a laugh, my surprise quickly turning to excitement. âThank you, William. This isâĶ beyond words.âThe three of us boarded the plane, Lucas chattering nonstop as we took off. I could already feel a lightness, a sense of joy I hadnât felt in so long. Lucas held my hand, eyes wide with wonder as we soared over the clouds. The theme park awaited, but the journey there felt like a gift all on its own.When we arrived, Lucas ran ahead, practically pulling us toward the entrance. We took in the vibrant sights and sounds of the park, the colorful lights reflecting in Lucasâs eyes as he marve
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As we returned home from the theme park, life fell back into its usual ways, although there was an unmistakable change between William and me. We still had a long way to go, but that night on the balcony had laid a new beginningâone built on mutual hope and a shared desire for happiness, both for us and for Lucas. A few days passed in a blur of rehearsals and meetings, a routine I welcomed for its predictability. Lucas had returned to school, and I found myself back on set, diving into my work with a renewed sense of purpose. Despite the hectic schedule, William and I made time for each other in small, meaningful ways. He would bring me coffee in the morning, his smile a reminder of the warmth that had started to bloom between us.Sometimes, he would surprise Lucas with little notes in his lunchbox or pick him up after school, small gestures that showed just how much he wanted to be a father figure in Lucasâs life.One afternoon, William sent me a message just as I was wrapping up a
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ONE YEAR LATERA year had passed since William and I had gotten engaged, and in that time, life had taken on a new glow, filled with moments that made me believe in happiness again. From the beginning, William never once tried to overshadow Leonâs place in my heart. He knew how deeply that history had shaped me, and he respected it in a way that felt both genuine and reassuring. He had his own unique way of loving me, and day by day, he proved himself, not only as a loving partner to me but as a devoted father figure to Lucas.With William, I had been given space to heal, to laugh, and to slowly open myself up again. Our relationship grew beautifully, with no rush or pressureâjust a gentle unfolding of love. William had seamlessly integrated into our lives, creating a warmth around our home that Lucas noticed and enjoyed. Lucas had grown fond of him, and seeing them together brought me a sense of peace I hadnât felt in years.One of the most defining moments that solidified my love a
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The days had blurred into a peaceful routine since my engagement to William. It felt surreal to have reached this calm place in my life, a place of love and purpose, especially after the chaos of the past few years. Now, as I prepared to make my return to the screen, the excitement of a new project was tempered with a bittersweet feeling. This was the first role Iâd take on without Leonâs support, but the unwavering encouragement I now had from William and Lucas gave me strength.The morning was quiet, sunlight streaming through the windows as I sat with my coffee, contemplating the script and mentally preparing myself for the whirlwind that would come with the filmâs production. My thoughts were interrupted by a message from Jack, an old friend and one of the few people who had been around during the turbulent years of my civil case against Justin. He had texted, saying heâd be in town and wanted to stop by to catch up. I hadnât seen him in a while, so I agreed, grateful for the ch
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MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 470
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like thisâdays that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something olderâsomething like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didnât have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. Heâd been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruinâsometimes all at once.âItâs really over, isnât it?â I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didnât answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.âI wanted to fix everything for you,â he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. âI wanted to give you a life that didnât hurt.âI closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. âYou did,â I said. âFor a while, you did.âI heard the crunch
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I took a deep breath, steadying myself. âIâm not the same person I was before,â I said, my voice firm, unwavering. âAnd Iâm not walking away this time.âThe manâs eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the manâs grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didnât go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leonâalways so calm, always so carefulâwas ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasnât over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. âYou really think youâve won?â he spat, his voice dripping with venom. âYouâre nothing but a pawn in a game you canât ev
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 468
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my lifeâmy familyâs betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deathsâstood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leonâs grip on my hand tightened, but I didnât let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The manâheâsmirked, watching us. âYou think this will end well? Youâve no idea what youâre up against. My people are everywhere.âI took a step forward, ignoring Leonâs silent plea to retreat. âYou killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?â My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadnât realized I had. âYou were wrong.âThe manâs face faltered, just for a
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 467
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my fatherâs tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprintsâplans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didnât.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. âYou know that name?âI shook my head. âNo. But look hereâhe signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.âLeon pulled out his phone. âIâll run a background check.âI kept flipping through the documentsâand found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 466
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than Iâd expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweaterâeach piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like heâd disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didnât believe in ghosts. âHeâs hiding,â he said as he handed me a thick folder. âAnd thisâthis will force him out.âI flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. âLetâs pay him a visit.âThe cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 465
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearbyâhe hadnât slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didnât speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows weâre desperateâand she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope Iâm right.My breath hitched. Marianaâthat was my motherâs name.I flipped thro
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 464
MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.âEliseâs father wasnât bluffing,â I breathed, my heart hammering. âHe had backup ready.âLeon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharpâa painful reminder that I couldnât afford to lose control now.âEliseâs father!â I shouted to Leon. âHeâs escaping!âThrough the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 463
The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.âGet down!â Leonâs voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldnât allow myself to hesitateânot now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasnât going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Eliseâs father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the manâs chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didnât hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
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Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadnât sleptânot really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didnât need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didnât leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.âHow long do you think heâs known I survived?â I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didnât look away from his mug. âLong enough to start covering his tracks. But he didnât expect the locket to resurface.âMy hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and meâher arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadnât even remembered until last night.âHe killed her,â I whispered. âHe killed my father. For what? A project?ââNot just a project,â
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