All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NORA'S POV I stood frozen, unable to process what Adrian had just revealed. Adrian, my boss, was Sam’s friend—someone Sam had called on to keep tabs on me. The realization felt like a betrayal wrapped in betrayal, a scheme spun behind my back by two men I’d trusted. “How…” My voice came out unsteady, struggling to grasp this new reality. “How long have you known each other?” Adrian looked at me, regret flickering in his eyes. “Since we were kids, Nora. Sam asked me to look out for you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

NORA'S POV Daniel’s car slid smoothly along the rain-slicked streets of Paris, the tension from the hospital still crackling between us. My head leaned against the cool glass of the window, and I tried to focus on the rhythm of the city lights flickering past. Daniel’s hand rested on the steering wheel, his thumb tapping lightly, a silent beat of unspoken concern.He pulled up in front of my apartment, the headlights washing over the old stone facade. The engine’s hum faded to a quiet idle. Daniel shifted, turning toward me, his eyes searching mine.“Are you sure you don’t want me to come up?” he asked gently, his voice low and full of worry.I managed a small, tired smile. “I’ll be fine. I just need some time alone to think.” My voice cracked a little at the end, and I looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill.Daniel reached over, his fingers brushing a stray curl from my cheek. “Okay,” he said softly. Then, leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek,

NORA'S POV My heart pounded against my ribs, an unsteady, relentless rhythm that left me breathless as I waited for Isabella to drop her bombshell. The way she stood there, savoring every second of suspense, made my skin crawl. Her smirk deepened, and I hated that she was enjoying this moment—this power she held over me. Isabella’s eyes flicked to Adrian, a false look of concern softening her features. “Are you sure you want Adrian to be here for this?” she asked, her voice a sugary blend of feigned innocence and barely-hidden delight.  Her gaze shifted back to me, her eyes glinting with a sinister sort of pl

NORA'S POVI sat alone in the dark, clutching the photograph between trembling fingers. The edges of the picture were worn and creased, but the man’s face remained crisp and clear. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his chiseled features, the way his dark eyes seemed to glint even in the flat, glossy surface of the image. This man—the man in the photograph—had changed everything. The moment I’d met him had altered the course of my life, though I hadn’t realized how deeply until much later.I exhaled shakily, the memories crashing over me in relentless waves. That day came back in vivid detail, and I was helpless to stop it.LONG TIME AGO I’d been desperate. No, more than desperate. I’d been on the verge of breaking, clutching at straws and hoping one of them would pull me back from the edge of losing everything I loved. It was raining that afternoon, the gray sky casting a dreary glow over the city, mirroring the storm raging inside me. My hand was clasped tightly around the arm of th

NORA'S POV The world felt like it was closing in on me, suffocating and shrinking as I sat across from Milo Romano. The small, dimly lit office seemed even darker now, the air heavy with tension and the faint scent of dampness lingering from the earlier rain. Milo leaned forward, his polished smile unwavering, his voice smooth and almost hypnotic. It was the kind of voice that could lull you into a daze, the kind that made you want to believe every word he said.“I’m telling you, Eleanora,” he drawled, the syllables of my name rolling off his tongue like silk. “This deal could make your company millions. The Morettis have a stronghold on African oil markets, especially in Nigeria. Their presence there is monumental, the largest oil-producing nation on the continent. Partnering with them would open doors you can’t even begin to imagine.”I tried to focus on his words, but they blurred together, an endless stream of business jargon that made my head spin. He spoke about investments and