All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

ARIA’S POVOn the day of my father's company anniversary, the anticipation in our household is apparent. Dad had made a surprising announcement, one that left me both astonished and nervous; he would publicly acknowledge me as his daughter at the event. It's a step towards recognition that I never expected, especially given the turmoil that is crashing over us.In the lead-up to the event, my family insists I take some time off to relax and unwind. But boredom sets in quickly, and before long, I find myself scrolling aimlessly through TikTok. It's a lazy afternoon when I stumble across a live shopping session. The instant gratification of clicking, buying, and engaging with the host captivates me. One purchase leads to another, and soon I'm on a spree, buying things I don’t even need. The thrill of it is intoxicating. But as my virtual cart fills up, I lose track of the amount I’m spending.Before I know it, I’ve made so many extravagant purchases that the news picks up on it. My splur

ARIA’S POVA few days ago, after I had asked Mario, my assistant, to track down the old widow Tony had scammed, I finally received a breakthrough. At first, Mrs. Katarina Duberville was very guarded. However, once she understood that I sought information about Tony for personal reasons, she began to open up. We decided to meet for lunch at a quiet restaurant to discuss the matter further.Sitting across from Katarina, I listened intently as she recounted her story. It was eerily similar to my own experience with Tony. He had meticulously researched her interests and hobbies to get close to her, exploiting every detail.“Can you believe this? I feel ashamed to have been blinded by him.”“You don’t need to be ashamed. I’m also in the same situation and I can understand.”As she continues with her recount, she emphasizes on how this manipulation was made possible because he had bribed one of her maids. The maid had been feeding Tony information about Katarina’s schedule and preferences,

ARIA’S POV“Miss Aria… You need to come to the hospital right now. Tony has been admitted.”Tony's manager calls unexpectedly, bypassing Tony himself, who I had expected to hear from after the live event. Surprised and wary, I answer the call. Harry’s voice is urgent as he informs me that Tony is in the hospital and urges me to come quickly.Rushing to the hospital, before I can get inside the ward, from afar, I find Tony lying in a hospital bed with his arm bandaged. Harry explains that Tony was attacked by a deranged fan who was furious about our relationship. The fan demanded Tony to end things with me, and when Tony refused, he was assaulted.Despite Harry’s explanation, doubt gnaws at me. Why would a fan attack Tony over our relationship when everyone already knows I'm the richest woman in the country? The story feels off, and I can’t shake the suspicion that this might be another orchestrated drama.“Oh really? Why would the fan do this to Tony? It makes no sense.”“P-please don

ADAM’S POVI’m still reeling from the announcement. Aria was never the type to be anyone’s mistress—that much I always believed. But as Dave Wilson took the stage, speaking about her, doubt crept in. My heart pounded, unsure of what revelation would follow. The room held its breath, and then the words dropped like a bomb; Aria was his daughter. Not his mistress, not a secret lover—his actual daughter.Relief washes over me instantly, a weight lifting from my chest. I breathe deeply, and the tension I’ve been holding onto all evening finally dissolves. Beside me, my mother lets out a gasp, her shock palpable. Her eyes widen, and her hand flies to her mouth as if she’s trying to stop herself from screaming.“There’s no way!”She mutters under her breath, her voice filled with disgust.“That lowly bitch, the daughter of the richest man in the country? Impossible.”“Mom! Keep quiet!”Her words hit with a cold bitterness. Even in this moment of truth, she can’t accept it. Aria’s legitimacy—

ARIA’S POVRumors and accusations about Tony flood the internet. I see news articles detailing his abusive behavior towards staff, recounting instances where his charming façade slipped to reveal a more sinister side.“Tony is just a jerk!”“What’s the use of being the hottest supermodel with shit attitude?”“Tony doesn’t know how to treat others with kindness. I hate this guy!”As I read the comments on Instagram, a cold smile spreads across my face. It seems like the world is finally starting to see the real Tony.“Hey Aria. Let’s meet up.”Later, Tony texts me, asking me out on a date. My initial impulse is to refuse; the thought of spending more time with him repulses me. But curiosity and the need to uncover his next move compel me to agree. I need to see what he's up to.At the restaurant, Tony greets me with his usual charismatic smile. As we settle into our seats, I bring up his recent "injury," the so-called attack by a crazed fan. He assures me that he is completely fine now