All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Return to the Mafia Lord: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EscapeI quickly turned on the engine of my car, fury settling in as I drove away from the company without sparing a glance at Levi, who was calling out with concern. All that mattered was confronting that scumbag, Harry. I’d already called the police to have him arrested, but I needed to vent my anger, to lash out every bit of frustration that had settled deep within me. The pain of such a shocking revelation shredded my heart as I struck the steering wheel over and over again.I knew I had little experience driving and that it was dangerous to do so in such an emotionally drained state. Yet, the more I tried to compose myself and focus, the more frustrated I became. It hurt deeply that this same Harry, who had recently tried to worm his way back into my son’s life—the same man who had made my life a living hell—was actually the one responsible for my father’s death. How cruel, heartless, and inconsiderate could he be?In the depths of my shattered heart, I knew Harry felt nothing fo

DreadJack's POV"Don’t tell me that! You know how much effort we put into this, and it just got ruined?" I snapped, my brows furrowing in frustration. "It was a simple task: crash her in that vehicle, escape to the other street, and switch cars to cover your tracks. That way, no one would know who orchestrated the accident. Simple. And you just messed up the whole plan." I slammed my hands against the bar, my voice laced with anger, frustration settling in my heart."Boss, we’re sorry, but the way everything went down was just… unexplainable. You know how professional we are in this game, but this was different. It all happened in a blink, like we saw another obstruction just as her car stopped and the truck veered off to the opposite street. I still can’t process how it all happened," he tried to explain, but my patience was already razor-thin."Spare me the excuses," I snapped, slamming my hand hard on the armrest. He jumped, his legs trembling as I closed the space between us in t

PartnershipHarry's POVStunned by her expression after the call, which looked as if someone had orchestrated an accident, my thoughts drifted to countless clues surrounding the incident. Without minced words, I knew it was Jack's handiwork, but what wasn't certain was why she had escaped the incident and why she didn’t disclose it to anyone upon her arrival. I remained seated, allowing Henry to approach her when he asked.Her mood seemed much calmer when her son walked up to her and inquired about the accident, to which she simply said she was fine. I stayed still, my thoughts wandering to a particular scenario that I couldn’t piece together yet. Someone had told her about William's death, and then she came home alone, angry and ranting. That alone explained why she had driven by herself in such a distressed state, ultimately leading her into the trap. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me Jack was involved in all of this. After all, he was the one who had a rivalry with Celine. But

ScandalsThe blaring sound of the alarm clock kept ringing, and for a moment, I felt like turning it off, slamming my hands onto the pillow, and covering my ears in frustration. But I couldn’t suppress the longing to stay back in bed as I drifted off from sleep, reluctantly pulling myself up to sit on the edge of the bed.I couldn’t believe it was morning already. The throbbing sensation I’d felt the previous day seemed slightly eased. Hanging my head in my hands, I yawned, about to climb out of bed and head to the washroom, when a notification popped up on my phone. I reached for it, hesitating, but dropped it back onto the bed, rubbing my eyes and still feeling a bit of reluctance.Storming into the washroom to refresh, the cool water from the shower sent a chill down my spine, slightly relieving the nausea and the slight throbbing in my head. After I finished, I quickly sauntered out and dressed for the day. It was going to be hectic at work, and I believed Harry should be up and l

Falling apartJack's POV“How dare you think you can act smart? Huh, answer me!” I bellowed in anger, landing another punch that sent him sprawling onto the tiled floor. He looked like a mess, and I doubted if he could survive any more of the blows and beatings.He remained silent and motionless as I glared mercilessly at his fading form. He thought he could act smart, but thanks to one of the men who caught him right on time, the critical message didn’t reach Celine. My heart seethed even more intensely as I realized the damage it would have caused if the information had been leaked.Just then, he stretched his weak body, coughing profusely. My heart seethed even more.“Take him to the chambers and lock him up there,” I instructed, turning over to sit on the couch. “Such a miraculous escape,” I muttered under my breath. I stayed with that thought throughout the night, wondering how she would feel if she knew that Harry wasn’t the actual killer. This wasn’t how I’d planned it to go. I