All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ARIA’S POVI can’t stop thinking about Adam and what he had to tell me, but then, I decide to push him to the back of my mind. I need to stay focused on my plan and not let his words distract me from my goal.I zap through the TV channels, feeling bored and somewhat stressed, thinking about all the recent upheavals in my life. The constant stream of images and sounds does little to distract me from the turmoil brewing inside.I'm not in the mood to read anything, and I really don’t know how I should spend this day since no one is at home. The emptiness of the house only amplifies my sense of restlessness and isolation. All of a sudden, my phone rings and it’s Stella. She calls at the right time and I’m glad she is on the other line.“Hey, girl! What’s up?”The energy in her sweet voice brings back the glee, lifting my spirits and momentarily banishing my boredom and stress. Her cheerful tone is a welcome contrast to the dullness of the day.“I’m bored! Good you called me.”“Let’s meet

ARIA’S POVI don’t give them any time to think. With full determination, I charge at them, my movements swift and decisive. My focus is solely on protecting Stella and putting an end to their harassment once and for all. As I close the distance between us, adrenaline propels me forward, ready to confront them head-on and defend what's right.The dimly lit bar provides the backdrop for our confrontation, the air thick with tension as the other patrons look on in surprise and alarm.With a swift movement, I lunge towards the nearest assailant, aiming a precise strike at his midsection. His surprised grunt fills the air as my fist connects with his abdomen, momentarily winding him and giving me an opening to press forward. Before he can fully recover, I pivot to face the next attacker, my movements fluid and controlled.The sound of groans and curses fills the space as the altercation intensifies. Each blow I deliver is met with resistance, but I refuse to relent, fueled by the need to p

ARIA’S POVAs soon as Neal found out that Stella and I were in the hospital, he rushed over and stood at the entrance, his face pale and eyes wide with fear. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a frantic energy, and his hands were trembling slightly.The sight of his sister and girlfriend in such a vulnerable state seems to overwhelm him, his worry etched deeply into his features. He runs a hand through his hair, a clear sign of his anxiety, and his voice wavers as he asks if we are okay. The relief in his eyes when he sees that we are safe is palpable, but the lingering fear and concern are still evident.Just as his eyes fall on Adam, Neal stops at nothing to charge directly at him, his words sharp and laced with accusations."This is all your fault, Adam! Why is it when Aria gets hurt, you’re always around?!"His voice is filled with a mix of anger and desperation, each word striking like a blow. The tension between them is visible, and Neal’s usually composed exterior crumbl

ARIA’S POVAdam's release from the hospital brings a sense of relief, knowing that his wounds are healing. Not that I've been concerned or keeping tabs on his progress, especially with Sophia already there to care for him. Each time our paths intersect at the laboratory or Wellington Enterprises, Adam maintains his silence. He continues to operate under the assumption that Nathan and I are romantically involved, and I remain steadfast in my decision not to correct his misconception. “How is your palm now?”I notice his bandaged palm during the meeting and casually ask if he is alright. He smiles, reassuring me that he is feeling better.“I’m good, Aria. Thanks for asking.”While I am deeply grateful to him for saving my life, I can't afford to be around him too much, nor do I want to give him the impression that I owe him anything in return. In any case, assigning him a project is already my way of repaying the debt I owe him.On the other side, observing Neal and Stella's regular m

ARIA’S POVSophia walks toward me with unashamed confidence, her stride purposeful and bold. The audacity in her approach is striking, and I can't help but feel a mix of anger and curiosity as she closes the distance between us. Her demeanor radiates a fearless assurance that leaves me bracing for whatever she has planned next.“Aria! Nice to see you after so long!”As if I am glad to see her! Her bold approach only deepens my unease, but I manage to maintain a composed exterior, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of seeing my discomfort. Sophia hands me her glass of Champagne, and I know all too well that anything she gives must be adulterated. Her gestures are never without a hidden agenda, and this one is no exception. I accept the glass with a forced smile, my mind racing with suspicion and caution, fully aware that her seemingly generous act is likely tainted with ulterior motives.Then, she takes it a step further by introducing the man she's with. Her voice carries a note