All Chapters of In Love With My Ex's Billionaire Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Will made a few calls, contacting a couple of friends in high places. Meanwhile, Laura was delving further into the leak, tracking it back to a web of links that all led to Victoria.Days became weeks as Emily and Will battled back. The legal struggle was tough, but Laura's knowledge and Will's money helped to reverse the tide.Laura phoned one evening to provide an update. "We identified the connection. Victoria hired a private investigator to dig up dirt on you, Emily. We have proof."Emily had a wave of optimism. "What do we do next?"Laura's voice was forceful. "We go public. We reveal Victoria's schemes while clearing your identity."The next morning, they conducted a news conference. Laura produced information that linked Victoria to the slander campaign. The media soon covered the issue, and public opinion started to alter.Victoria was caught in her own web of deception, the public viewing her as a bitter and vindictive ex-wife trying to sabotage her former husband's love life

Emily spent the following four days on edge, always glancing over her shoulder and leaping at each unusual sound.  On the third day, Emily's heart sprang into her throat as the doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole and saw Jake standing on the threshold. Her stomach churned, but she braced herself and opened the door. "What do you want, Jake?" Her tone was frigid, and her look was hard. Jake was somewhat surprised by her response. "Emily, I just want to talk." Emily moved aside and let him enter. "Fine. "But make it quick." Jake entered the living room, his eyes darting about anxiously, as if expecting someone to spring out at him. "I know you

As Emily drove away, Samantha sat at the café, her mind racing with contradictory ideas. She had given Emily some of the truth about Jake's plans, but she had left out her own involvement in the growing drama. Samantha was more than simply a worried friend; she had her own purpose, which was closely linked to her affections for Jake.She took a sip of her coffee, hoping to calm her anxiety. She recalled the moment she fell for Jake. It was intoxicating, the forbidden appeal of being with Emily's lover. Samantha had begun a wild, secret romance with Jake, but she quickly realised she was actually in love with him. She'd persuaded herself that their connection was genuine, and that they were destined to be together. But Jake had never fully let go of Emily,even after they broke up, which drove Samantha to the brink of despair.---Samantha recounted the chat she had just had with Emily. She knew she had to be cautious; one wrong move might ruin all she had fought for. She took out her

Emily paced the living room, her thoughts racing with the events of the last few days. The uncomfortable meeting with Samantha had made her nervous, and Jake's strange infatuation added to her concerns. She had spent the whole day cleaning up the home, attempting to restore a feeling of normality in anticipation of Will's return. The clock on the wall appeared to tick louder with each passing minute, raising her suspense and concern.Finally, the sound of the front door opening carried throughout the house. Emily's pulse raced as she dashed to the hallway, where she spotted Will waiting with his suitcase, looking exhausted but pleased to be back home. He dropped his luggage and held her fiercely, the warmth of his arms relieving some of her anxiety."Hey, you," he whispered quietly, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I missed you.""I missed you too," Emily said, hugging him tight. She drew back slightly to gaze at him, and a grin broke through her frightened countenance. "How was your

The morning light seeped through the kitchen window, spreading a warm glow across the room as Emily poured herself a cup of coffee. The events of the previous night were still vivid in her thoughts, but she was determined to start the day with a clean slate. Will had already gone to work, and Emily was looking forward to a quiet day to gather her thoughts and plan their next actions.As she drank her coffee, she noticed a faint rumbling. The sound of the mail slot clattering rang across the corridor, heralding the arrival of the morning mail. Emily placed down her cup and went over to the front door, where a tiny pile of mail was strewn on the doorstep.She snatched them up and flipped through the typical collection of invoices and adverts. Just as she was going to trash them, one envelope drew her attention. The envelope was basic and unmarked, with no return address or stamp. The only thing written on it was her name, handwritten in a rushed, almost frenzied style.Emily's heart ski