All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

One evening, as I sat by the fireplace with a cup of tea, the investigator finally called. My hands trembled slightly as I answered.“Margarette, this is Gerald. I’ve got some preliminary findings on Richard.”My heart pounded. “Go on.”“Richard is… an anomaly,” Gerald began. “His official records only go back about six years. Before that, there’s no trace of him. No birth certificate, no educational history, nothing.”“What?” I said, confused. “That doesn’t make any sense.”“Exactly,” he replied. “It’s as if he appeared out of nowhere. But here’s where it gets even stranger—his fingerprints match those of Leon Everett, who was declared deceased five years ago.”My breath hitched. “Leon? But how—why—?”“That’s what I’m trying to piece together,” Gerald said. “I need more time to dig deeper, but I thought you’d want to know this right away.”“Thank you,” I whispered, my mind racing.“Be careful, Margarette,” he added. “If this man is hiding his identity, there’s usually a reason.”After

The name Victor reverberated in my mind, lingering like an ominous echo. What had Gerald uncovered that connected this mysterious man to Leon—or rather, Richard? And if this Victor was as dangerous as Gerald hinted, what was I up against?Lucas stirred in his sleep, mumbling softly as I sat by his bedside. His fever had broken, and his tiny face looked peaceful now, but my heart remained restless.By the next morning, the unease hadn’t left me. William called to check in, his warm voice reminding me how far removed he was from the storm brewing here.“I’ll be home tomorrow,” he said, sounding relieved. “Is everything alright there?”“Yes,” I lied. “Lucas is much better now.”“That’s good,” he said, a pause lingering before he added, “Margarette, are you okay?”I hesitated. “Just tired, that’s all.”He didn’t press, but I could tell he wanted to. The guilt of keeping him in the dark gnawed at me, but how could I explain this tangled mess without sounding insane?I decided to take Lucas

The hours that followed felt like a frantic game of chess. Every single move had to be calculated, every possibility weighed, because one wrong step could unravel everything—and place Lucas directly in Victor’s crosshairs.Leon paced the length of the kitchen, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. I sat at the table, the weight of our plan pressing against my chest like an invisible force.“Gerald needs to disappear for a while,” Leon muttered, more to himself than to me. “If Victor knows he’s been digging, Gerald will be his first target.”“Disappear?” I repeated, feeling my pulse spike. “How? Where can he go that Victor won’t find him?”Leon stopped pacing and turned to face me. “I know people. Trust me, they’ll make sure Gerald is safe until we have something solid against Victor.”Something about the certainty in his voice calmed me, even as doubt lingered at the edges of my mind. Leon was different now—sharper, harder, as if the man I once knew had been forced to don an impenetr

The air felt heavier after Richard’s departure, his warnings echoing in my mind like a persistent drumbeat. Victor knew. The enormity of that truth pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. It wasn’t just Lucas or me anymore—Sarah was involved, and that betrayal stung more than I cared to admit.I stared at the door for a long moment after Richard left, as if expecting him to return with a solution, an answer, or even just a sliver of hope. But there was nothing except the faint hum of life beyond the walls of our home.Lucas was back in the living room, humming to himself as he pieced together his Lego tower. The sight was bittersweet—a child’s innocence amid the chaos that loomed over us.I didn’t have time to dwell. If Victor was making his move, I needed to stay ahead of him.Later That Evening, After tucking Lucas into bed and triple-checking every lock and window, I pulled out my phone. Gerald’s number glared back at me from the screen. He was the only person I trusted

The silence that followed Daniel’s revelation was suffocating. My mind raced as I tried to process his words. Victor wasn’t the mastermind? There was someone else pulling the strings? The thought was both terrifying and maddening.I gestured for him to sit, still gripping the bat. “You have five minutes. Talk.”Daniel didn’t sit. Instead, he paced the living room like a caged animal, his hands moving restlessly. “Victor’s dangerous, yeah, but he’s a puppet in all of this. The real player—he’s been using Victor to clean up loose ends and consolidate power.”“Who?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. “Who’s behind all this?”Daniel hesitated, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know his real name. People in the circles I’ve been in call him ‘The Architect.’ He’s... meticulous, calculating. Always ten steps ahead. Victor’s just one of his pawns.”“The Architect,” I repeated, the name tasting bitter on my tongue. “Why would someone like that care about me?”“It’s not jus