บททั้งหมดของ Ascension of Billionaire's Ex-wife: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Franco’s roar echoed through the dimly lit basement as he watched the CCTV feed. Harvey's back was still turned, his posture exuding a cruel satisfaction. Franco’s fists clenched, his heart racing with a combination of anger and urgency. The screen flickered, and for a moment, Franco was paralyzed by a fresh, gut-wrenching image. Celine appeared on the feed, her face pale and lined with desperation. Her eyes were locked on Harvey, who turned slowly to face her. The smirk on Harvey’s face was predatory as he stared at Celine, who was clearly making a painful sacrifice for the sake of her son. Franco's breath came in ragged gasps as he stared at the CCTV monitor. The scene unfolding before him was almost too painful to process. Harvey's face, twisted in a cruel smirk, filled the screen, his eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. Celine, her face a mask of resignation and heartbreak, stood before him, her shoulders slumped

Without another word, Harvey lunged forward again, his fists swinging with reckless abandon. Franco sidestepped the blow, narrowly avoiding a strike to his ribs, and countered with a quick jab, catching Harvey on the jaw. Harvey stumbled back, momentarily dazed, but quickly regained his footing, his eyes blazing with fury.“You think you can beat me?” Harvey sneered, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. “I’ve survived worse than you, Jackson.”Franco felt a surge of anger and determination. “And I’ve faced bigger threats than a coward hiding behind guns and threats,” he shot back. He moved forward, striking again, this time aiming for Harvey’s shoulder. The blow connected, and Harvey grunted in pain, but he didn’t back down.They circled each other in the dimly lit basement, the tension crackling like electricity in the air. Every step, every movement was calculated, each waiting for the other to mak

Franco’s voice was low, filled with reassurance. He squeezed Celine’s shoulder gently before stepping back, giving her the space she needed. The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also a quiet understanding between them—a shared goal to protect what mattered most.Celine sighed, her hands resting on the pile of documents in front of her. "I just... I can’t let him win, Franco. I can’t let Harvey keep controlling our lives, even from a distance."Franco nodded, understanding the weight of her words. He could see the resolve in her eyes, but he also knew that the fear still lingered underneath. "We won’t let him. You’ve already taken the first step, and that’s what matters."Celine hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice softer now. "I can’t do this alone. Connor—he needs stability. He needs more than just legal protections. He needs to feel safe, to know that no one can hurt us again."Franco swallowed, feeling the familiar sting of guilt. He had promised himself

HARVEY'S MANSIONHarvey slammed his fist on the desk, sending papers flying. His face was a mixture of anger and frustration as his men stood before him, heads bowed, not daring to meet his gaze."How many times?" Harvey's voice was a low growl, filled with barely restrained fury. "How many times do I have to tell you that failure is not an option?"One of the men, still nursing a bruise from his encounter with Franco, stepped forward hesitantly. "Sir, we didn’t expect Jackson to be there. He—""Spare me the excuses!" Harvey cut him off sharply, his eyes narrowing. "Franco Jackson is one man. One! And you let him take you down like amateurs." His voice dripped with venom. "You had one job. Get Connor. How hard can it be to kidnap a child?"The men remained silent, knowing any attempt to explain themselves would only make things worse. Harvey's temper was legendary, and they were already on thin ice."We can try again, sir," one of them said weakly, wiping sweat from his brow. "Next ti

Celine stood in the middle of the room, watching Franco as he turned and left, the door closing softly behind him. Her heart raced, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air. She could still feel the warmth of his hand from their brief touch, and the vulnerability in his eyes haunted her. Was he truly different now? Could they really rebuild after everything that had fallen apart?She let out a long breath, her fingers lightly brushing against her lips as if trying to hold onto the courage she’d mustered to let him in, even if only a little.Turning back toward the window, her gaze drifted out over the city, the orange glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the streets below. Everything seemed to be changing, shifting with the ebb and flow of their lives. Franco had saved her son—**their** son—from Harvey, a man she had once trusted and loved, only to have him turn into a nightmare. And yet, as dangerous as Harvey had become, the real danger felt like it lay w