All Chapters of Billionaire Ex-Wife Comes Back: Chapter 281 - Chapter 289

Alexandra arrived at Albrecht Manor an hour later. She was welcomed nice and warmly, remembering her of the days when she once used to be their mistress and was looked down on, snickered at and even laughed at.Memories of the olden days flooding in made the blonde clench her teeth together. She bo longer wanted to think of those days. Her Chapter with the Albrecht family was over and sincerely speaking, she was happy with her life with Darius.Sure, she did get sad at times while thinking of all the grief she has had to endure and all the pain Eleanor has out her through, but Isabella's wonderful food and care, Alistair's headstrong way of supporting her, Darius's unlimited love and affection that grew by each day and her unborn baby made up for all that sadness.So now, she wanted to finally close things with the Albrecht family and return to her content life as soon as possible.Drawing in her breath, Alexandra prepared herself, carrying her shoulders well, before she stepped into

Six out of seven of those days bad gone by. Eleanor had been unusually quiet. One would have almost thought that she bailed and ran away.But Alexandra knew better than that. She knew that the woman who had raised her in disguise as the perfect grandmother was more of a deadly predator than her sins gave her credit for.In other words, she isn't one to tuck her tail between her legs and run away. It was just a matter of time until she acted.'A matter of time...' Alexandra pondered those last few words as she watched as the last fragments of oranges, reds and yellows faded into a dark gray. The sunset had gone, and the blanket of night began to cover the world in the darkness of its shadow.After a while, she pulled her gaze away and sighed, focusing on the pile of work that was on her table.Because of Darius's over protectiveness, she had worked less in the last few days and barely ever came to the company. Today, she had escaped by miracle- miracle meaning that she had made more th

~Day One Out Of Seven.~Alexandra returned to the Grey Manor that night after her conversation with Eleanor over the phone had ended.The first thing, or rather, the first person she saw as she stepped into the house was Darius. He was pacing around the living room for a while until he noticed Alexandra and quickly rushed to meet her."Alexa... Where were you?" He asked, his voice dripping with concern and worry.Alexandra softly sighed out. "Calm down, Darius." She said while gently stroking his hair. "I'm fine. I just had to take care of something little.""What?""I found out how Eleanor knew about my pregnancy. The waiter back at the cafe was a spy for her and he must have reported our conversation to her that day." Alexandra informed."What?" Darius was angry, but then seconds later, his face crumbled and a tinge of guilt set in.I'd the waiter had only reported their conversation that day and Eleanor found out about their unborn child, then it was his fault. He couldn't stop his

Alexandra rushed off to the location on her screen as soon as she could, even though she wasn't too kin on it. On her way there, she couldn't stop herself from asking all the what ifs, re-running even those possibilities that did not exist in her head as she drove.What if something happened to Darius?What if some enemy of hers got to him?What it Eleanor had sent someone after him?By the time she turned up in front of the given location, her mind was feeling with all sort of possiblities that she didn't even know that the house she had pulled up in front of was one of Darius's.It was only after she had rushed up to the front door and found it open that she took the time to examine her surrounding and this only made her worry all the more.Whoever she was going up against now had been smart enough to bypass Darius and his security and even broke into his house.Alexandra had felt her mind begining to reel once more when she calmed herself and reminded herself that she dealt with El

Mazikeen blinked. The girl in front of her with lush blonde hair imitated the same action. She blinked again and so did the reflection.Finally having had enough of the stare off with her reflection, the teen turned away from the mirror and sighed.Her eyes found the luxurious clock hung above the TV and she chewed on her inner check as each passing moment reminded her of her impending torment.It was the last Saturday of the month, and as per the long existing tradition, her family had to go over to the Langer Family Vila for a wholesome picnic time.Sure, any normal person would enjoy such outing, except her situation was different. The reason why she dreaded their usual family picnic was because of a certain noirette boy that always seemed to make her life a living hell each time she encountered him.Vincent Langer, the original ruler of hell. Or so she put him, but for some reason, only she did.Even her own mother thought he was a saint.Bloody hell, the whole Seattle saw him as