All Chapters of Ruining My Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KATERINAI got down from the car after Simon, my eyes on his ever as I shut the door.Vincent looked as perfect as ever, filling out his suit pants and jacket. He had cut down his beard that had started to grow out to a stubble, causing him to look even more mature now, with his hair cut down a bit too and tamed carefully on his head. He almost looked completely clean, well until I noticed the cigar on his right hand. I frowned at the sight. Did he ever go anywhere without a stick of that?Simon came to stand beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts. He had both hands in his pockets as he greeted in a nervous tone,"Hello brother. Sorry for coming a bit late. Had to pick her up." He pointed at me, taking out one hand."I leave town for one month and you become my rival's designated driver. Interesting." Vincent replied and I rolled my eyes, already expecting his sassiness.He stepped closer before Simon could say anything else, obviously catching the eye roll. I swallowed. "Give is a

KATERINAWhen Simon returned from his 'meeting' with Vincent, I was too impatient to wait for until we were on the way home, so I took out my phone from my clutch and I texted,ME: ~ Hey, what's up? What was that all about? ~I turned to glance at him right after sending, seeing that he picked up his phone after it had lit up, only to place it right back after a sigh, looking back up at the stage. Confused, I turned to his mom to see if she was paying any attention to us, and when I confirmed that she was not, I elbowed him.He turned to me with his face still set in a straight expression and I asked in a hushed tone, "Is there a problem?"He shook his head, "We'll talk later. And I'm sorry, I cannot drop you off anymore. Don't worry, I would explain everything when we talk later."There was a moment of hesitation but I eventually nodded and sat there uneasily, glaring at Vincent who no longer paid me any attention as he passed from time to time."My driver is here. He'll take you ho

VINCENT "We have been following your brother—by we, I mean.. the investigators have been following him and I just take the reports. His calls and texts are being tracked as well. There has been contact between him and Katerina. Okay, well, there has been some contact, but only from Katerina's end, he has never replied.." James updated me as I pounded my fists into the punching bag in front of me over and over. Beads of sweat trickled down my naked upper body to the hem of my shorts and I blinked as a single one trailed down, into my left eye. "And has he met her once in the last week? It's been almost two weeks since the party. There must have been a couple of meetings. I asked to know the details of those meetings." I informed him and he replied, "They have not met." There was a moment of silence where we looked at each other with the look in my eyes simply saying, 'Be fucking for real..' without words. He sighed and went on, "I know. It was hard for me to believe at

VINCENTShe stared at me in silence from across the table. We had been like that since she asked the director to postpone the shoot and dragged me off to a nearby cafe to talk.My fingers rapped against the table and then with a sigh, I broke the silence, "As much as I would love to keep staring at your face, I am a busy man, firecracker. I would love to get back to work. What is your decision?"She blinked, then swallowed, "I'm.. uh.. I'm ready for your conditions."I gave her a single nod, then started, "First. I need you to tell me what is going on between you and my brother. If I do not believe you, I would simply post the video." He said with a shrug."Nothing is going on. Simon stopped talking to me because of you, for God's sake!" She whisper-screamed.I carried on, "Secondly, you talked about achieving personal goals. These goals you are achieving now, they are not personal? Do you have some kind of vendetta against me? If yes, how do you know me? Or, are you working for someo

KATERINA I took the package in but did not open it until the next day. That morning, I had just left my bathroom and I stopped in my tracks on seeing the box on my bed again. I just glared at it for a few seconds, then concluded to myself that I was not going to open it anytime soon. Maybe if I just pretended that it was not there, it would become less scary after weeks. Sighing to myself, I walked towards my bedside table where I kept my phone, and I picked it up then swiped open to see who had been blowing up the device with texts while I had been in the bathroom. My heart stopped beating gif a whole second when I saw his name. He had sent a couple of texts and even called once. He wanted me to wear whatever was in the box for a meeting we both had to attend today. It was a meeting that would be attended by a couple other CEOs who were into the wine business as well, from different parts of the world. My brows creased in confusion. Had he gotten me a dress to wear to the