All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

The morning after the plaza incident, we found ourselves gathered around a battered coffee table in the safe house. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving only exhaustion and the weight of unanswered questions.Lucas sipped his coffee, staring at the floor. “What if there are more bombs? More plans we didn’t uncover?”“There probably are,” Daniel said bluntly, pacing near the window. “But we stopped this one. That’s a start.”Gerald sat down with a heavy sigh. “We’re dealing with someone who thrives on chaos. They’ll regroup faster than we can imagine. We need to keep moving.”I rubbed my temples, the events of the night playing on a loop in my mind. “The Architect wanted us to see that feed. It was personal. Why?”“Because they’re not done with us,” Gerald said, his tone grim. “And they want us to know it.”Later that afternoon, a message came through on an encrypted line—a contact Gerald had been working to establish for weeks.“It’s from someone calling themselves ‘Harbinger,’” Geral

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the safe house, casting long golden streaks across the floor. The light felt almost out of place against the tension that lingered in the air. It had been less than twenty-four hours since I’d agreed to resume wedding plans with William, yet the decision still felt surreal.He hadn’t wasted any time. As I padded into the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from my eyes, I found him poring over what looked like wedding planning guides spread out across the dining table. A steaming cup of coffee sat beside him, and his brow was furrowed in concentration.“Good morning,” he greeted me with a warm smile, his blue eyes lighting up. “I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and started brainstorming.”I blinked at the sight, caught between surprise and admiration. William had always been proactive—whether in battle or in life—but seeing him so engrossed in something as normal as wedding plans was jarring.“I don’t mind,” I replied, sliding i

The safe house was no longer just a refuge; it had become a war room. Maps, files, and tactical gear littered every surface, a stark reminder of the battle closing in. Gerald’s revelation about The Architect’s plan to target the wedding sent shockwaves through the team.“We need to cancel,” William declared, his jaw tight with resolve.“No,” I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tense air. “If we cancel, they’ll know we’re afraid. They’ll take it as a victory.”“Margarette,” William began, but I held up a hand to stop him.“This wedding isn’t just about us. It’s about hope. If we let them take that from us, they win,” I argued, my gaze locking with his.William sighed, his resistance softening under the weight of my determination. “Then we need to be ready.”Gerald cleared his throat, stepping forward. “We’ll double security. No one gets in without clearance. But we’ll need an inside informant. Someone close enough to The Architect to know their moves.”All eyes turned to me. Th

The tension between Leon and William had become unbearable. Every mission, every conversation, even the briefest shared glance—it all carried the weight of their unresolved animosity. It wasn’t just frustrating; it was dangerous.After days of trying to keep the peace, I knew I had to make a choice. And it wasn’t one I wanted to make.It was late, the safe house quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. I found Leon in the small balcony area, leaning against the railing with a glass of whiskey in hand.He turned as I approached, a small smile softening his features. “Couldn’t sleep either?”I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “We need to talk.”The smile faded. He set the glass down and faced me fully. “That sounds ominous.”“It’s about you and William,” I began, keeping my voice steady. “This… whatever it is between you two—it’s getting out of hand. It’s putting everyone at risk.”His jaw tightened, but he said nothing, letting me continue.“I can’t have this,” I said fi

The atmosphere in the safe house was oppressive, the tension between Leon’s absence and William’s continued presence casting a shadow over everything. I tried to focus on the mission, burying my emotions in plans and preparations, but the hollow ache in my chest refused to fade.It wasn’t long before the consequences of Leon’s departure became apparent. Without his intuitive strategies, we struggled to keep ahead of Justin’s network. Every decision felt heavier, every move riskier. And William’s relentless control only added to the pressure.One evening, as we regrouped in the war room, William’s frustration boiled over.“We’re losing ground,” he snapped, slamming his fist onto the table. “This wouldn’t be happening if Leon hadn’t left.”“Don’t you dare blame him,” I shot back, my voice sharp. “You pushed him away just as much as I did.”William’s gaze darkened, his usual calm facade slipping. “He left because he couldn’t handle the reality of this situation. That’s not my fault.”“Eno