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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 65: Successful Collaboration
Welcome, Mr. Prescott."They all stand, the rustling of chairs and the shuffling of feet filling the room as the young man strides in confidently. The air shifts immediately with his presence, heavy with authority and an unspoken command for attention. His suit, a rich velvet that seems to absorb the light, fits him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean frame. With deliberate and poised movements, he takes a seat at the head of the polished oak table."I'm sorry for my lateness," he begins, his deep, calm voice carrying an edge of authority. "I had something more important to take care of—for my boss."His boss? Wait a minute... isn’t he supposed to be the boss? My brain scrambles to make sense of his words, but I keep my expression neutral.The others, however, nod in understanding, their faces reflecting a practiced agreement, as if they completely get what he's saying. Of course, they do. Nod along, people. Don’t want to ruffle the boss’s feathers, do we?"Ease up o
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[Arella]The first thing I notice immediately when we step in is the fragrance—the smell of something I hadn’t eaten since my mum passed away. It’s warm, comforting, and familiar, like a hug for my senses. “Is that what I think it is?”I ask, bewildered, my eyes widening in shock. Ava steps out of the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist, her hair a little disheveled but still glowing with that teenager radiance. Her features look tired but happy, full of light, the kind of glow that always seems to follow her ever since we brought her back from the hospital."Ella," she says slowly, her voice soft yet full of warmth. "Welcome home.""Thank you," I say, my voice catching in my throat. I don’t even realize when tears start to fall. My heart is suddenly a lump in my throat, and I hold out my arms, embracing her with the kind of desperation I haven’t felt in years. "Thank you, thank you so much."I pull away, wiping my tears, blinking rapidly to stop the flood. I turn to Lincoln, w
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[Arella] Lincoln's aunt walks in, her step poised and graceful, the subtle click of her heels echoing in the spacious dining room. A faint almost pungent perfume trails behind her, but the smile on her lips doesn’t quite reach her sharp eyes—or maybe that’s just my paranoia kicking in. "Trixy, what are you doing here?" Mother-in-law asks, her tone pleasant but her narrowed eyes betraying her irritation. "Why? Can't I come visit Lincoln anymore?" The way she's says it, her voice saccharine-sweet, makes me want to roll my eyes. The undercurrent of hostility between the two women is so thick, I feel like I need a knife to cut through it. "I did not mean it that way," Mother-in-law retorts, her jaw tightening. The air grows heavy with tension. Lincoln clears his throat, his baritone cutting through the awkward atmosphere. "Welcome, Aunt. Come sit. We're having dinner." She gives Mother-in-law a smug glance before gliding over to a chair, her movements calculated and deli
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[Deric] I hated Chinese restaurants. It has never really been a "Deric Smith" thing. I just find them—no matter how fancy they are—not sophisticated enough for me. The dim lighting and faint aroma of soy sauce and ginger always seem to mix into one overwhelming, almost suffocating scent that sticks to everything. "You're welcome, Mr. Smith," a man said, his Asian accent slipping slightly. "Mr. Thompson is already waiting for you. I'll guide you." My heart thudded in my chest again, the sound echoing in my ears. Mr. Clement Thompson had sounded aggravatingly angry over the phone, demanding my presence at once. Vivian had come before me, something about trying to soothe the man. I don’t even know what that means. But whatever it is, it clearly hasn't worked. I shake it off, taking a small flight of stairs to an open area. The space is stark and overly minimalist, a few scattered chairs at the far end with barely any privacy between the tables. The overhead lights flicker slightly, ca
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[Deric] "This is what we have to do, Deric," she cuts me off with that innocent smile that always seems to melt my resolve. But not today. Not with this. "There’s no need for that. Someone already has it covered. She’ll do a perfect job." Vivian stiffens beside me, her hands balling into fists as her nails dig into her palms. I can see the anger simmering beneath the surface. "But I wanted to—" "But nothing, Vivi," Mr. Thompson cuts her off again, his voice a low, commanding tone. My brows furrow. Vivi? Since when did he start calling her Vivi? The way he says it doesn’t sit right with me, like they share some unspoken understanding. Her shoulders slump angrily, and there’s a fire in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a while. She looks like she wants to say something, but she bites her lip, holding it in. "Now, the plan for Sawyer Group is this. Since I already have…" The more they talk, the more my mind drifts away. The words blur into a dull hum in the background. All I can
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[Arella] 'ONE HOUR EARLIER' "We can go during the weekend, Linc. I promise I'm fine." "Are you sure?" Lincoln's deep, husky voice bubbles over the phone, sending involuntary tingles all over me. My cheeks heat up as I sink into my chair. Does pregnancy make women, you know….more horny? Because I don’t understand myself around Lincoln these days. It’s like my hormones have been hijacked. "Ella, your dizzy spells have been—" "Please trust me, Linc. I got this." He grumbles, his voice low and gravelly. "You're so stubborn." I let out a chuckle, twirling a pen in my hand. "Bye, hubby." "Hubby, huh? I never realized you were so mushy, Ella." I yelp, nearly dropping my pen, at Bridget’s voice. She struts into my office in a flaring pale pink gown. Her hair is styled into loose curls, she’s clearly not in work mode. "Bridge, you startled me!" She laughs, plopping onto the chair across from me. "I’ve been at the door for ages, Ella. You were too engrossed with lover boy
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AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, lovelies! (≧◡≦) Just a quick update: Chapters 69, 70, and 71 are getting a little makeover right now, so they'll be shiny and perfect for you! I have already uploaded them, but please give the system 24 to 48 hours to update them. I promise it'll be worth the wait, and this way, you won’t miss out on the juicy storyline or waste your precious coins! Thank you so much for your endless support and patience—you’re seriously the best! Love you all to the moon and back! (♡˙︶˙♡) Stay tuned; the fun continues soon! *EDIT: THE CHAPTERS HAS BEEN FIXED!(^^)* CHAPTER 72: [Arella] "Hello, ma’am. My name is Alfred, head butler of the Sawyers." The man standing before me is the epitome of professionalism—middle-aged, with a sturdy build, his uniform pressed to perfection. "I already know you, sir," I say, managing a polite smile. "And please, call me Arella." His brow twitches, as if I’ve committed a social sin. "Sorry, I cannot do that." I nod, b
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[Arella]Apart from the soft clinking of chopsticks and the hum of distant conversations, the restaurant is fairly quiet. The smell of soy sauce and stir-fried vegetables fills the air, mixing with the faint aroma of jasmine tea. I sit on a wooden chair, its deep red cushion elegant.It's been roughly two minutes since I sat down, and she hasn't said a word. Not one word. But her eyes—sharp and judgmental—tell me all the things her mouth doesn't. They rake over me with open disdain, as if I’m something unpleasant she’s forced to tolerate.“I can see why my grandson got charmed by you. You're a pretty little thing indeed," she begins, her voice smooth but icy, like a blade cloaked in silk.Anger, slow and hot, burns up my chest. Pretty little thing? What am I, a doll on display? The way she says it, like I'm no different from... from—I clench my fists under the table, the nails digging crescents into my palms. I force those thoughts out of my mind, swallowing the bitter retort ri
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Author’s Note
Wow. What a journey it’s been, right? Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me through this wild, emotional journey. Arella and Lincoln's story has been so close to my heart, and I hope it’s touched yours too. Your support means more than words can say, and I’m so grateful for every single one of you, you guys are the real MVPs. ❤️ P.S. If you loved this story, I’d be over the moon if you gave my future books a read. Trust me, more heart-tugging, exciting stories are coming your way!Until next time, Tarina (◠‿◠)—☆
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Epilogue II
[Arella]I whip around, eyes widening as I practically leap off Lincoln's lap in surprise."You're here!" I blurt, caught off guard but grinning. "I thought you said you couldn’t make it."Standing there, looking sheepish and a little road-worn, is Deric. He scratches the back of his head, wearing that same awkward, harmless smile he has these days."I wouldn’t have made it," he admits, voice a little raspy from travel, "but my flight was delayed... so I thought, what the hell, why not crash the party anyway?""Deric," Lincoln says, stepping up beside me, his hand still resting easy at my waist."Lincoln," Deric replies with a short nod, his voice even.There's a brief pause—more out of old habits than real tension—before Deric extends his hand. Lincoln studies him for a beat, then accepts the handshake without hesitation, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, civil smile.The tightness I hadn't even realized was clenching my chest slowly eases."This is, uh, for your son," Der
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Epilogue
3 MONTHS LATER[Arella]"Grandpa really outdid himself this time, Mila," I laugh under my breath, wide-eyed as I take in the mansion decked out like something straight out of a storybook. I should’ve known better when he said he’d ‘take care of everything.’ With Grandpa, that’s just secret code for ‘go big enough to make even fairy tales jealous.’Mila giggles, but then her face goes pale. "Well, we all know how–"She cuts herself off, rushing to her son, who’s happily stuffing his face with edible flowers."Oh my God, Wayne! Spit that out!" she yells, running after him."No no! Cakeee!" he laughs, trying to run away.I roll my eyes and snatch the small board of tasks from her hands. "Looks like you’ve got your hands full already with this little turd," I mutter, pinching Wayne’s chubby cheeks. He sticks his tongue out at me, playful as ever. I shake my head and take the board from her, walking around the room, coordinating with the staff to make sure everything’s perfect.****"Why a
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 213: Final Verdict
[Arella]TWO MONTHS LATERThe courtroom is cold, Not physically—but emotionally. It's almost too quiet.My hands sit frozen in my lap, unmoving for the past five minutes. A dull, anxious ache hums beneath my skin, but I can’t bring myself to shift. Lincoln sits beside me, our fingers tightly laced, grounding me. His other hand works swiftly over his phone, typing out what I’m sure are urgent work emails.Work had only gotten busier since he resumed.You’d think having two CEOs would make things easier. It only doubled our workload.I had tried to argue my way into stepping down, maybe becoming his VP or something less suffocating—but Lincoln wasn’t having any of it.Apex Conglomerate was clawing its way into the world’s elite, growing bigger, louder, more powerful by the day—and Lincoln made it crystal clear he wouldn’t let me miss a second of it.I blink myself back to the present as the judge adjusts his glasses, his stern gaze dropping down to the man standing trial.The man who a
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 212: Finally Home II
[Lincoln]The car pulls up to Witmoore Gardens, a private area owned by the Sawyers for intimate family events, tucked away from the noisy chaos of the outside world. The afternoon sun kisses the neatly trimmed hedges and the white blossoms that line the entrance sway gently in the breeze.I can't help the heavy thump of my heart at the thought of seeing my family again. A real, physical ache throbs inside my chest as the driver cuts the engine and we step out.We exist the car and take a slow walk down the stone-cobbled path, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our shoes filling the warm, floral-scented air. Arella’s hand is securely locked in mine, her presence grounding me even as my nerves threaten to tangle my steps."Your palms are sweaty, Linc. Are you nervous?" she teases softly, giving me a look so warm and tender it makes my heart trip in my chest like a reckless drum."Maybe," I reply, my voice coming out lower and raspier than intended.Her grin only grows. "Aww, they don't
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 211: Finally Home
[Lincoln]I mean, sure, Arella and I appeared on TV a few days ago when the Mayor of Chicago wanted to publicly appreciate our efforts, and I knew—rationally—that everyone must know I'm alive now. But I didn't expect this.I didn't expect the entire airport to already be flooded like a damn concert just to catch a glimpse of us. The jet had barely touched the runway, the tires still hissing from contact, and yet-it’s like the whole damn city of San Diego decided to show up for a party.From the distance, the sharp staccato of camera shutters echoes through the thick, humid air, flashes popping like fireworks across the runway. The chaotic chorus of reporters shouting questions and calling our names roars louder with every step we descend.A cheeky, loopsided grin spreads across Arella’s face as we start down the stairs of the jet, her hand still tightly locked with mine, her spirit practically buzzing with unbothered amusement. Her entire energy screams: I own this moment."You're lov
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 210: Mile–High Confessions
[Lincoln]I never thought I’d be lucky enough to marry a superheroine, but here I am, with the most incredible woman by my side.The night wraps around us like a soft, comforting robe. The jet hums beneath us, its quiet rhythm like a lullaby carrying us away from the chaos. We’d spent another three, exhausting days in Chicago, collaborating with the police and drug enforcement agencies to dismantle one of the city’s most dangerous syndicates, ensuring every production of that deadly injection was stopped in its tracks. But now, as I watch my wife sleeping peacefully-her face bathed in the gentle glow of the cabin lights—a rush of emotions fills me. It’s more than warmth. It's something deeper, something that settles in my soul and touches every fractured part of me. It feels like a healing, like a light that’s always been missing inside me, now shining so brightly it threatens to overflow. Heaven knows, if the roles were reversed, if I’d been the one forced to raise a child alone f
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 209: The End Of It All
[Arella]“Fuck you, Lincoln Sawyer!” Thompson’s voice tears through the air, cracked and furious, soaked in desperation as he launches backwards with one final burst of rage. His boot slams into Lincoln, sending him staggering back a few steps and before I can even think, he’s charging at me—wild-eyed, unhinged, like something that’s crawled straight out of hell and decided it wants to drag me back with it.But Lincoln doesn’t go down easy.He moves like something deep inside him just snapped back into place. One moment he’s stumbling, breathless, the next he’s lunging like a damn freight train, grabbing Thompson mid-sprint and twisting with enough force to rattle the concrete under our feet. Thompson’s body slams into the ground with a sickening thud, the gun flying from his hand and skittering across the floor with a metallic scream as the punches from Lincoln connects with his face.“Arella!” Lincoln’s voice cuts through the chaos, raw and real.With thinking anymore I run to him,
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 208: Violence And Vengeance
[Arella]“No no no!” Lisa screeches, stumbling back like the floor beneath her just cracked open. “H-how did you find us?!”Her voice pierces the air like shattered glass, high-pitched and filled with the kind of desperation only obsession can birth. She's shaking now, her wild eyes darting from me to the little vial still pinched between my fingers.“You conniving bitch!!” Thompson barks, his neck veins bulging as his gaze swings to Vivian.His hand trembles violently as he points between us, rage bleeding into fear. Then he sees Deric. And he pales.“It was only a matter of time before I found you, Thompson,” I say, calm, steady, like the reaper arriving with a smirk. “I’m sure you knew that too.”He begins to back away, every inch of arrogance fleeing his body like air from a punctured balloon. He stumbles until his back hits Lincoln’s bed—and that’s when everything freezes. My blood stops in my veins as he suddenly swings a gun out of his pocket, his hand shaking but deadly, and p
