All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Billionaire's Ex Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tristan's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. He was surrounded by three cars, and Darren and Aurelia were approaching him with sinister grins on their faces. He tried to move, but the cars had him trapped."Well, well, well," Darren said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look what we have here. The great Tristan, all alone and vulnerable."Aurelia chuckled, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You're quite the hero, aren't you, Tristan? Thinking you can save Valerie from us."Tristan's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" he growled, trying to keep his cool."Oh, we want a lot of things," Darren said, his voice menacing. "But first and foremost, we want Valerie. And you're going to help us get her."Tristan's heart raced as he realized the extent of their plan. They were going to use him to get to Valerie, and he knew he had to think fast if he wanted to save her."I'm not going to help you," Tristan said, his voice firm. "You'll have to go through me first."Darren chuck

As the darkness closed in around me, I felt a sense of hopelessness wash over me. I was trapped, unable to save Tristan, unable to save myself. Jordan and his friends had won, and we were at their mercy.But then, I heard a noise. A faint rustling sound, coming from the shadows. I tried to turn my head, but my bonds were too tight. I was unable to move, unable to see what was happening.The rustling sound grew louder, and I knew someone was coming towards me. I tried to struggle, but it was no use. I was trapped, helpless.And then, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Rebecca, Tristan's ex-girlfriend. She was walking towards me, a determined look on her face."Valerie," she said, her voice cold. "I'm here to save you."I was taken aback. Rebecca, the woman who had tried to ruin Tristan's life, was now trying to save mine. I didn't know what to make of it.Rebecca quickly set to work, untying my bonds and helping me to my feet. "We have to get out of here," she said, her voice ur

As I listened to Father Michael's words, I felt a sense of uncertainty wash over me. Was Tristan really dead, or was he still alive? I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the story than what Marcus and Julia were telling me."Wait a minute," I said, holding up my hand. "How do I know this is true? How do I know Tristan is really dead?"Julia's expression turned serious. "Valerie, I know this is hard to hear, but you have to trust me. I've seen the proof with my own eyes. Tristan was killed in a car accident, and Marcus has been planning his next move ever since."But I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the story. "And what about Marcus's plans?" I asked, my mind racing with questions. "What does he want from me?"Julia hesitated, as if unsure how much to reveal. "Let's just say that Marcus wants to use you to get what he wants," she said. "He's been searching for something, and he thinks you're the key to finding it."I felt a chill run down my sp

I didn't know what to believe anymore. Or who I could trust. Jordan had suddenly showed up to help me while claiming to be of help, but I still had doubts about it.He was my ex-husband, and the one who had sent me to jail while I was innocent and carrying his babies. I couldn't forget all that, not even for once.And Tristan... The only man who had showed me the true meaning of love. Why did he have to die and leave me all alone? And after we had professed our love to each other. Why did he have to leave me all alone to fight in a cold war I never imagined he was part of?***As I walked away from the ruins of the conspirators' headquarters, I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty that had been plaguing me for weeks. Jordan, my ex-husband, had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, claiming to want to help me. But could I really trust him? After all, he was the one who had sent me to jail, innocent and pregnant with his twins. The memories of that painful past still lingered, an

As we continued to plan, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. We were getting closer to our goal, and we were going to make Aurelia and Marcus pay. But as we worked, the tension between Jordan and me continued to grow. We were both trying to ignore each other, but it was clear that we were both struggling.I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept wandering back to Tristan. I missed him, and I couldn't help but wonder what he would think of me now. Would he be proud of me for fighting for what was right, or would he be disappointed in me for using Jordan to get back at Aurelia and Marcus?As I worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for Tristan. I missed his smile, his laugh, and his kind eyes. I missed the way he made me feel, like I was the only person in the world.But as I looked over at Jordan, I felt a pang of guilt. I had used him, and I had hurt him. And yet, as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that I hadn't seen before. I saw a