All Chapters of Mummy, We Found Our Billionaire Daddy: The Ex-wife's Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Maximus POV I can’t believe this is happening. Of all the ridiculous things I’ve done, this one definitely takes the cake. What the hell was I thinking, letting Raymond talk me into this? I look more like a fugitive on the run than a billionaire. People are staring. A lot. And honestly? I can’t blame them. If I were in their shoes, I’d be suspicious too. Hell, I half-expect security to show up any second and politely escort me out—or maybe not so politely. I glance over my shoulder. Raymond is still in the car, waving like an overexcited kid at the circus. He flashes me a big, stupid thumbs-up. I respond with the obvious—flipping him off. Of course, that only makes him laugh harder. He rolls up the window, revs the engine like he’s starring in some action movie, and then squeals off, leaving me stranded here. I let out a heavy sigh, wiping the sweat from my forehead. This outfit is a mistake. A complete disaster. It’s seventy degrees and sunny, and Raymond had me dress like I

Jess: I feel like I’m trapped in a fucking sci-fi movie. How the hell is Selene still alive? She doesn’t have nine lives—this isn’t some movie! How was it so hard for my father to just put a bullet right between her eyes? He had one job. I can’t have any peace knowing she’s still out there, walking around this city, looming over me. Every day, the fear she’s instilled in me grows stronger. It’s like she’s becoming more powerful, more untouchable. Just last month, her hospital got ranked one of the best, with the most advanced facilities. And I hate it. Everyone keeps praising her for all her achievements, even though she never shows up at any of the conferences. Her colleague always goes in her place, yet she still gets all the credit. It’s infuriating. “Calm down,” my mother says,. “We’ll have other chances to kill her. Your father may have failed, but he hasn’t explained why yet, and that doesn’t mean we’ll keep failing.” Relax? How could I possibly relax? I can’t figure

Jess’ Pov: I shove the chair back in frustration, not caring that I’m not at home. Sure, I know I’m throwing a temper tantrum, but I don’t care. It’s not like anyone’s paying attention to me. I knock over the expensive antique vase, screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t care less if the entire restaurant hears me. I’m in the VIP section, and I know the owner is going to be livid, but again—no concern. This is payback for the way she embarrassed me at that fundraising event last month. Does she really think I’ve forgotten? The way she fawned over my step-sister, how she laughed and made fun of me when Selene compared herself to me. It’s all too much. My head feels like it’s going to explode. It’s been a bad day, and the stress has been building up for weeks now. I can’t believe I had to find out that Maximus—my own husband—was having lunch with his ex-wife, looking way too cozy, holding her hand like it’s no big deal. I just hope the picture doesn’t get out to the me

Selene’s POV  “I don’t get why you hate him so much. Mason is a great guy. He’s been my best friend for years—long before I even met Maximus.” Avery rolls her eyes so dramatically it’s almost theatrical. “I know I don’t know the guy,” she says, rubbing her chin like she’s piecing together a mystery. “But something about him feels... off. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but trust me, Dr. Andrea, no one is that nice. Not even me.” She shrugs, her tone dripping with skepticism. She sounds bitter, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why. Does she secretly like Mason? Or is there something I don’t know—something I’ve missed entirely? “Why does this bother you so much? Do you like him? Because, honestly, if you do, I wouldn’t have a problem with it,” I say, tilting my head to gauge her reaction. Avery scrunches up her face like she just smelled something awful, looking like she might gag. I can’t help it—I burst into laughter. “No offense, Dr. Andrea, your Mason is ha

Maximus: “What the hell is going on, Raymond? Why are our stocks plummeting? What the hell happened?” I snap, my voice echoing through the room as I glare at everyone seated in the office. “Someone better give me a damn good explanation, or heads are going to roll. I’m not joking—start talking!” The room falls dead silent. Not a single person moves, and no one dares to meet my gaze. I turn my attention to Raymond, expecting answers, but he just stares back at me with the same bewildered expression. “I don’t know what’s going on, Maximus,” he stammers, his tone defensive. “I woke up to this mess, too. One moment everything was fine, and then… this. But don’t worry, we’re working on it. Everything’s under control.” “Under control?” I roar, slamming my hands on the table. The loud bang makes everyone jump, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. I’ve never been one to lose my cool, but this—this is insane. What the hell happened overnight? Where’s the weak li