All Chapters of Love After Divorce: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

XANDER’S POVI was already irritated before the day even began. Every time I had to go home, I felt that same heaviness settle in my chest. My mom had called, saying I needed to come over to the house and I knew it wasn't optional. Still, It didn't mean I had to like it. "I just bet why she insists I come back," I grumbled to Adeline as I drove her to the airport. "It's the same thing every time. That girl is there, always causing trouble." Adeline sighed beside me, giving me a side glance that said she had heard this all before. "Xander, she's your sister. I'm sure your mum just wants you to get along. It can't be that bad." She was only speaking this way because she hadn't experienced first-hand a situation like this. If she had, I doubted she would be this optimistic about what was going on in my family even after I had told her yesterday. She seemed like she had understood what I had said to her but if clear from the foregoing that she hadn't. I gripped the steering wheel tigh

TRISTAN I couldn't believe I was finally out. The no matter stepped into my house, it felt like a dream-like I had just crawled out of hell. I had dreamed of this moment for a very long time and seeing it come to fruition was more satisfying than anything. Eyes stood there in the entryway, looking around the familiar walls, the expensive paintings and the quiet air. Everything was exactly as I left it but it was too quiet. As I stood there, going over everything that I had just been through, my skin curled with irritation and pure anger. Things could have been a lot easier, things could have been a lot better if the people I had trusted actually did something to help. And even those I trusted betrayed me, thinking that I would never come after them. I clenched my fists. Everyone. I hated everyone. First, it was my father. That old fart, sitting comfortably in his mansion, acting like everything was fine. He didn't even know I was out yet. And I had no intention of telling him. Why

XANDERI couldn't figure out why my mom was acting so strange lately. And that wasn't the only troubling thing that had been happening recently. Every time I try to talk to her, she would brush me off or look at me like she was hiding something. It was frustrating and I wasn't even sure if she was angry with me or just distracted by something else. But whatever it was, it was starting to drive me crazy. If she chose not to tell me about it then there was no way I was going to solve the problem. And the fact that she was not talking to me meant she didn't want to let me into whatever that was happening. I caught myself thinking about it every time and I knew I was not going to stop anytime soon because she was my mother and seeing her so worried was the last thing I ever wanted. I needed to do something but I was already getting tired of asking questions, questions that were never answered and always deflected with something else. But I could not let it get to me, I was not going to

MATT’S POVI was sitting on the edge of the small, worn-out bed, staring at the faded wallpaper that had started peeling off the walls. This room and this place have become my world for the last few weeks. No one knew where I was and that was how I needed it to stay. After getting out of prison, I had no choice but to hide, living like a ghost, always one step ahead of the police. I was the most wanted person in the country, so coming outside and joining the world would only bring me problems. A price tag had already been placed on me, for anyone who could catch me. That was more than enough reason to stay here until the news had gone down. The tension that had followed my escape from prison had drastically gone down recently and I thought it was time to get on with my plans. But I was going to be very careful though. I wasn't going into public yet, my main intention was to do what needed to be done, getting Adeline back and dealing with that bastard called Xander. Revenge... that

XANDER’S POVI groaned as his men surrounded me, their hands clenched and ready to strike. I didn't have much fight left in me and my body still pained me from the constant blows they had already delivered. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth but I kept my head high. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream or beg. I was going to make sure they did not get that from me no matter how hard they tried. One of them swung hard, his hands connecting with my ribs. The pain shot through me but I bit down on my lip, refusing to make a sound. I was going through hell but I had already made up my mind to go through hell silently. My mind wasn't in pain anyway. It was on Adeline as I kept thinking about her, how she wouldn't know what was happening to me. She thought I was still in Manhattan. She had no idea I was here in Washington, tied up and being beaten within an inch of my life. It was not long before the men got desperate and started to beat me harder. They