Semua Bab Love After Divorce: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

ADELINE’S POVI walked meekly in between the three men, my heart racing. As we walked out of the airport, I heard the announcement for my flight to London. There was nothing I could do; I couldn't even run away.We exited the airport, and my breath caught in my throat. Four sleek black SUVs were parked in a line, each one looking more imposing than the last. Security personnel stood around the cars, scanning the area with sharp, watchful eyes. They looked like they were prepared for anything.I was terrified. My legs felt weak, and my hands shook."What do they want with me?" I asked, my voice quivering.The man who had spoken to me earlier looked at me with a hint of sympathy. "The Qylers family wants to see you."The Qylers family. They were the richest family in America, the kind of wealth that spanned generations. The kind of family you only heard about in the news but never saw in real life. What could they possibly want with me?I glanced at the cars again, feeling my fear dee

ADELINE’S POVI sat on the bed in the room they showed me was mine. It was the most beautiful room I had ever been in my life. This was a real-life castle room. The walls were painted a soft, creamy white with golden accents. Large windows let in the bright, warm sunlight, and there were heavy, red velvet curtains that looked like they came straight out of a fairy tale. The bed was enormous, with a canopy draped in sheer, white fabric. It felt like sleeping in a cloud.There were delicate, antique furniture pieces all around. A vanity with a large mirror, a wardrobe that looked like it could hold a hundred dresses, and a plush armchair by the window. The carpet was thick and soft, almost like walking on a field of flowers. Everything in the room seemed magical, like it belonged in a dream.Going from divorcing my husband and trying to flee the country to discovering I was the only heir and grandchild of one of the richest men in the world was mind-blowing. I couldn’t even fathom h

ADELINE’S POV***I have been at the Qylers mansion with my grandparents for a month now. Every day, I followed my grandmother around the grand estate. She made sure everyone knew I was her granddaughter and the heir to her fortune. Everything was perfect. The workers at home loved me and treated me like the young heir.I had everything I wanted. That morning, I woke up early and exercised in the gym. I had been doing that since I came to Washington. After my workout, I went home, showered, and dressed in a simple but elegant outfit. As I was brushing my hair, a maid knocked on my door."Miss Adeline, your grandparents are calling you downstairs," she said softly."Thank you. I'll be right down," I replied.I headed downstairs to the living room, where my grandmother and grandfather were waiting for me. They were sitting on the plush sofas, looking serious. I felt a little nervous as I approached them."Good morning, Grandmother, Grandfather," I greeted them with a smile."Good morn

ADELINE’S POVMy grandfather looked at me like I was mad."Your own business?" he asked, shocked. I nodded, determined to convince him just as I had convinced my grandmother."Yes," I said, my voice firm. "I want to start my own business.""But you have everything here," he said, still in disbelief. "You're my heir. I'm leaving everything to you."I smiled at him, trying to ease his worries. "I know," I said, taking his hands in mine. "But I feel like everything is being handed to me. I want to know what it's like to do something for myself."He looked at me, his eyes softening. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Starting a business is not easy.""I'm sure," I said, nodding. "I want to try. I need to try."He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You know I will always support you, right?""I know," I said, squeezing his hands. "But I want to do this on my own. You've already given me so much.""Like that Audi last week?" he asked with a small smile."Yes," I said, laughing a little.

ADELINE’S POVPresentI stood by the window, staring out of it. The view of the garden was beautiful, but it felt cruel that I couldn’t go out since I was under house arrest, accused of something I didn't do.I had to find a way to prove I didn't try to push Sasha off the window. The pen recorder I used to record her in the office, but I didn’t know who to trust to get it.Tristan wanted to destroy me. He was relentless in making me his wife or destroying me. Matt would have been perfect, but lately, he seemed to hate me because I wouldn’t date him.Xander was persistently trying to see me, but trusting my ex-husband to help me was out of the question. Everything was so confusing.A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I turned and saw Tristan walk in. He had that smug smile on his face, the one that always made me uneasy."Adeline," he said, closing the door behind him. "Why do you make things so difficult for yourself?"“Why are you here again.” I asked."Tristan, what do you