All Chapters of Ruining My Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KATERINAWhen I finally stirred awake, the world around me felt heavy and strange, like I was caught between a dream and reality. My eyelids fluttered, sluggish, as though they weighed a hundred pounds each. The first thing I noticed was the darkness—the evening had settled in, leaving the room dim, with only faint traces of light creeping in from the window. My mind was foggy, thoughts slipping away before I could catch them, and for a moment, I didn’t know where I was.Then it hit me.Panic flooded my chest. I shot up too fast, my head spinning violently, and had to grab the edge of the bed—was it a bed?—just to steady myself. A deep ache throbbed in my temples, and my limbs felt like they weren’t mine, like I was moving underwater. My mouth was dry, my throat raw, and a sickly sweet taste lingered in the back of my throat. My muscles were stiff, sluggish, as though I’d been in this forced sleep for far too long.No matter how I looked around, I could not quite pinpoint where I was.

KATERINA"Come back here, you slut!" I heard Reina scream from behind me and I picked up my speed, almost at the door now.Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I dragged the front door open but I had hardly stepped one foot out before my eyes came in contact with not one, but two bulky men in front of me. I swallowed, moving back a few steps.The both men turned around to face me, confusion swirling in their eyes, and then their expression turned to steel. One of them checked behind me and when he did not see anyone, he thundered,"What the hell are you doing out here?" He questioned, stalking towards me. Shaking from fear and determination to leave this place, I checked on both my sides to see if there was any weapon I could use to take them down but I couldn’t find anything.I was so close. The front door was right in front of me, even if the guards looked stiff and indifferent, as if I wasn’t even a threat. My heart raced, and I could feel Whitney and Reina closing in behind me, bu

KATERINAThe luxury apartment Vincent had whisked me away to was perched on the edge of nowhere. Surrounded by rolling hills and endless skies, it was the kind of place that felt completely detached from the rest of the world. No business deals, no corporate empires—just silence, interrupted only by the occasional breeze rustling through the trees outside. It was peaceful, idyllic, a far cry from the life we were both used to.And yet, even in this sanctuary, I couldn’t turn my mind off. My thoughts kept wandering back to my revenge plan, to the people who had crossed me, and the power moves I was supposed to be making. Vincent had somehow convinced me to take a break. To lie low, to let the storm pass for a moment. It was infuriating, in a way, that he knew exactly how to get me out of my own head. Vincent was now leaning back against the headboard, the soft morning light framing his sharp features. Even here, in the intimacy of my bedroom, his presence was magnetic—his jaw set, his

KATERINAVincent teased me all day long for walking funny, even if he was the cause of it. Thankfully, his crazy libido was limited to two rounds and then I could have the rest of the day to myself."This is nice." I said with gritted teeth as I checked out the schedule for Kelvin's funeral whilst sitting on the bed the next day.He nodded, "And maybe this is not really what you want to hear right now, but we just found out that Whitney is still in the state, she is just in hiding but she has not left the State."I nodded.The closer she was to us, the better. Why could I not stop thinking of her? Ways to make her pay because I even blamed her for Kelvin's death, ways to have her grovel on her knees before me, ways to kill her.The last thought seriously questioned who I had become currently because of her, but at the same time, I could not be too bothered.Whitney Jackson deserved everything she would get when I was done with her. She was a bloody murderer, and murderers deserved dea

KATERINA"Hello, Sir! Hello?!" My legs hurt as I ran after a guy that I saw walking along the empty street I was walking towards. He turned back briefly but kept walking, and I had to run faster to catch up with him.I sprinted down the abandoned street, my breath ragged, heart pounding louder than the echo of my footsteps. The air felt thick, heavy with dust that stirred around my feet, rising in little clouds as I ran. Every step was desperate, frantic and my eyes were locked on the figure ahead. My backpack was becoming too heavy to endure already, but I had to keep going.He was moving fast, too fast. A shadow slipping away just out of reach, his jacket flapping slightly in the breeze. I wanted to scream at him again to stop, to turn around, but my throat was too dry. Vincent said keeping my in an area like this was for my safety? He might have meant it, my subconscious defended.I shook my head. The text I’d seen—God, I couldn’t shake it. Mafia. A part of me wanted to believe th