All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

NORA'S POV The rain began as a soft drizzle, blurring the windshield as I navigated the winding roads back to the Bennett mansion. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, my thoughts in turmoil. Isabella’s words replayed in my head, cutting deeper each time. He’s stepping down, you know. Sam’s giving it all up. A part of me wanted to believe that this was the answer—that stepping down would end the chaos, the danger, the endless schemes. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t true. Being the head of the Bennett family was Sam’s birthright, the weight he was meant to carry. If he let it go now, what wou

SAM'S POV The rain poured relentlessly, its rhythmic pounding on the mansion’s tall windows blending with the muffled buzz of voices from the staff below. I sat in my father’s study, the dim light from the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. The air was heavy, laden with memories of him. I could almost hear his voice, deep and firm, offering advice I desperately needed now. The city was ablaze with whispers of Evelyn Caradelli’s death. The news had spread like wildfire, dragging the Bennett name through the mud once again. I had managed to send Charlie back to his family earlier, though his parti

SAM'S POV The mansion was unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. Rain streaked the windows, casting shifting patterns of light across my father’s study. His scent—woodsmoke and old books—still lingered here, a painful reminder of his absence. The space felt heavier than ever, filled with memories that refused to fade. I closed my eyes, desperate for a moment of clarity, but all I could see was Charles’s face on the screen."My mom was killed by the Bennetts."The words echoed in my mind, sharp and unrelenting. It wasn’t the bloody shoe or even the mounting threats that gnawed at me most—it was him. Charles. The boy who had looked at me with such openness, such curiosity, as if he wanted to understand what it meant to be a Bennett. A boy who, for a brief moment, I thought could break free from Jacob’s grasp.I had started to care for him. That was the worst part. Despite everything, I had seen pieces of the Jacob I used to k

SAM'S POV The house felt colder after the Morettis left, their veiled threats lingering like a dark cloud. I made my way to my father’s study, the one place where I could think. The scent of aged leather and cigar smoke still clung to the air, and I sank into his chair, the weight of the world pressing down on me. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the noise in my head. Margot’s words echoed, their sharpness digging into my already frayed nerves. Three days to decide. Three days before she unleashed whatever hell she had waiting. 

JACOB'S POV The rain battered against the windows of the Caradelli mansion like a thousand tiny fists, but I barely noticed. I was sitting in Evelyn’s chair, the one by the fireplace she always claimed was too extravagant but secretly loved. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air—a mix of jasmine and sandalwood. It clung to the fabric of the cushions, haunting me.  I ran a hand over my face, fingers trembling. My chest felt hollow, as though the part of me that had been alive, that had fought for this moment, had been ripped away when Evelyn jumped.