All Chapters of The Billionaire's Underrated Ex-Wife Is A Secret Agent : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Williams POV.I never imagined the night would end like this—flat on my back with Allison's arm cutting into my windpipe. Her grip was ironclad, reminding me how much more powerful she’s become. And even though I was gasping for air, there was a twisted part of me that was relieved. She was right there, in front of me. The woman I’ve spent sleepless nights dreaming of, haunted by the thoughts of what we used to be.But the look in her eyes… It wasn’t love or nostalgia. It was pure suspicion. She thought I was someone out to hurt her.“I wasn’t planning any harm, Allison,” I choked out, my voice raspy as I tried to steady my breath. “I could never hurt you.”She released me, stepping back cautiously, her eyes never leaving mine. “Then what were you doing creeping around outside my house like some goddamn stalker?”I got to my feet slowly, rubbing my sore neck. “I found your place. I’ve been standing out there for hours, trying to figure out what to do. Whether I should knock or leave.

Allison's POV.The door burst open with a deafening crash, splintering into pieces as armed men stormed in. My heart hammered in my chest as I fired the first shot, the muzzle flash illuminating the shadowed figures charging at us. I didn’t hesitate, my instincts sharp and lethal as I took aim, squeezing the trigger with precise, calculated focus.“Williams! Take the kid and hide!” I shouted over the chaos, the sound of gunfire thundering in the air like a relentless storm. He didn’t argue, just grabbed the little girl and dove behind the overturned sofa, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.One of the attackers lunged at me, but I was quicker, ducking under his swing and driving my elbow into his ribs before spinning and delivering a swift kick to his chest. He stumbled back, but before he could recover, I raised my gun and fired. The bullet hit its mark, and he crumpled to the floor.But there were too many of them—more than I anticipated. They poured into the house l

Williams’s POVMy mansion was quieter than ever, which only made the tension worse. The kid had finally stopped crying and drifted off to sleep in the backseat during the drive here. I glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror—her little face streaked with dried tears, her tiny fists curled into her chest. She was innocent in all this, yet somehow caught up in the mess of my past with Allison. I sighed heavily. I didn’t sign up for this—taking care of a child while gunmen hunted us down—but when Allison had handed her to me, I couldn’t say no. Not to Allison. Not when she looked at me with those eyes that still had a grip on my soul.I pulled up to the driveway and stepped out, careful not to wake the kid as I unbuckled her from the seat. She stirred a bit, clinging to me when I lifted her into my arms. For a moment, holding her like this, I couldn’t help but imagine...what if? What if this child had been mine and Allison’s? If Allison hadn’t lost our baby, that child would b

Allison's POV.The loud bass thrummed in my chest as I squeezed through the crowd. The stench of sweat and spilled liquor hung thick in the air, mingling with the sweet, artificial scent of perfume from women dancing on poles and laughing in skimpy outfits. In my baggy hoodie, oversized glasses, and cap pulled low, I blended right in. Just a nerdy, awkward boy caught in the wrong place—exactly how I wanted to appear.I kept my head down as I made my way to the edge of the VIP section, where the real action was. Viktor Romanov, surrounded by his usual thugs and a few cheap women clinging to his arms, was seated like a king among his court. I couldn’t help but feel a cold wave of rage course through me at the sight of him laughing without a care, as if he hadn’t left a trail of bodies and ruined lives in his wake. But I couldn’t let my emotions show. Not yet.Instead, I let my eyes wander like an awkward teenager’s would, making a show of gawking at the women dancing on stage. It was th

Allison's POV.I pulled my hoodie down further, the cold wind biting at my cheeks as I walked briskly down the sidewalk. The city was alive with noise—the hum of traffic, the distant chatter of people, the occasional horn blaring from impatient drivers. I kept my head down, focusing on the cracked pavement beneath my boots. Just another day blending in, hiding in plain sight. That was the life I had chosen, or rather, the life that had been forced upon me.But then, through the thick fabric of my hoodie, I felt it. That inexplicable sense of being watched. It wasn’t just paranoia—I knew this feeling too well. My instincts screamed at me to keep moving, but something made me glance up, just for a split second.And that’s when I saw him. Williams. His piercing gaze locked onto mine through the tinted window of the sleek black car gliding past. My heart skipped a beat. Damn it. I yanked my hoodie lower, picking up my pace, pretending I hadn’t seen him, that it wasn’t me he had just recog