All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The days following the incident with Justin and Regina were filled with a tumultuous blend of determination and dread. I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t let them get to me, that I would push forward and secure the victory in the lawsuit. Every morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose, reminding myself that I had to prove to Justin—and to myself—that I wasn’t someone who would simply surrender to his manipulations.On one such morning, as I descended the stairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, mingling with the faint scent of the flowers Aunt Lou always kept in a vase by the kitchen window. But instead of the usual peaceful start to the day, I was met with an unusual sight—Aunt Lou, standing by the living room couch, her hand clutching the phone to her ear, her expression strained. She was talking to someone, and the anxiety etched into her features made my heart skip a beat. I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, not wanting to intrude, but as Aunt Lou’

The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the hospital room, casting a pale glow on the sterile environment. My heart pounded in my chest, but I tried to push down the nerves as I prepared myself to donate blood for Lena. After a restless night, I knew that this was the least I could do for Aunt Lou and my cousin.The nurse smiled at me as she prepped the needle. "You’re doing a wonderful thing," she said softly.I forced a smile back, trying to ignore the slight tremor in my hand as I clenched and unclenched it. "I’m just glad I can help."The donation itself was quick, though the aftermath left me feeling light-headed. The nurse offered me juice and a snack, insisting I rest for a bit, but I was too anxious to stay still. I needed to see Aunt Lou, to make sure she was okay.As I walked out of the donation room, I found Aunt Lou pacing in the hallway, her worry etched into every line of her face. When she saw me, her expression shifted to one of relief, though concern s

Leon’s touch was deliberate, every movement sending a ripple of heat through my body. He began by slowly undressing me, his lips never leaving mine, capturing every gasp of breath, every moan, as his hands roamed my skin. His mouth was all-consuming, leaving me breathless, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his kiss.As my clothes fell away, Leon’s mouth descended to my breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples before he began to suck, drawing moans from deep within me. Each pull of his lips on my sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure down my spine, making me arch into him, desperate for more.“I see you’re liking this,” Leon murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. He continued to suck on my nipples, making them swollen and tender. His hand slipped beneath my panties, his fingers finding my clit with a skillful ease, massaging it in slow, deliberate circles.“You’re making this hard for me, Leon,” I managed to utter, my voice trembling with need.He lifted his hea

  The drive to the café had been quiet, filled with the comfortable silence that Leon and I had grown accustomed to. It was a peaceful ride, the kind where I could simply enjoy the company without feeling the need to fill the space with words. Yet, underneath that calm exterior, I could sense something different in Leon—a subtle tension that hadn’t been there earlier. He was focused, more so than usual, and it made me wonder what was on his mind. We arrived at the café, a quaint little place tucked away on the outskirts of town. The sign above the door read "Rafael’s Café," and there was a certain charm about it, as if it held years of stories within its walls. As we stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, mingling with the quiet chatter of a few patrons.

The hours stretched on, each minute crawling by as I sat in the cold, sterile waiting area of the hospital. Midnight had long passed, and still, there was no sign of Leon. My uncle George had come by earlier, offering to take me back to his place so I wouldn’t have to wait alone, but I had refused. I couldn’t leave, not without seeing Leon, not without knowing where he was.“I’ll be fine, Uncle George,” I had insisted, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “He said he’d come back soon, and I want to be here when he does.”He had looked at me with concern, his brows knitting together, but eventually, he nodded and left me to wait. Now, as the hours continued to slip away, that confidence was starting to erode, replaced by a gnawing worry that grew stronger with every tick of the clock.I must have dozed off at some point, because the next thing I knew, I was being gently shaken awake. I blinked, disoriented, and looked up to see Letty standing over me, her face a mix of confusion