All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I’m frozen, my heart hammering in my chest, the pulse throbbing painfully in my neck as Deric drags me into the dimly lit hallway. His grip on my wrist is so tight, I can almost feel the blood cutting off circulation. He’s pulling me away, like he owns me, like I’m some possession that he can just take. I can’t breathe. What the hell is he doing here? Why the hell is he touching me like this?"Let me go," I hiss through clenched teeth, the anger rising up like a storm in my chest. I try to yank my arm out of his grasp, but he holds on, forcing me to walk faster, farther from the noise and chaos of the party. My stomach churns, the air feeling heavier with each step. His scent, a mix of expensive cologne and that familiar, irritating arrogance, surrounds me. It makes me want to gag.“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” I demand, my voice shaky but laced with venom. The words are like acid in my mouth, but it’s nothing compared to the boiling rage I’m fe

[Lincoln]Anger was hot. Jealousy was hotter. But the surge of protectiveness that bubbled in my chest was hotter than anything else I'd ever felt. It was a living, breathing thing, pulsing like an instinct, a primal urge that demanded action.The drive back isn’t as gloomy as my mood, though. Mom and Ava are chatting incessantly, their voices filling the car like an soft melody. It’s honestly the most I’ve ever heard Ava speak, and despite the tense silence between me and Arella, a warm feeling of hope and pride blooms in my chest. Maybe she really was leaving her MDD behind.“...Right, Ella?” Mom suddenly asks.“Huh?” Arella responds absentmindedly, snapping out of her reverie.What was she thinking about?No doubt the loving conversation she’d just had with her ex-husband. Her first love.That tiny, poisonous voice in my head whispers, and my hands on the wheel tighten.Like I said, this possessiveness wasn’t just a feeling—it was alive."Is everything okay?" Mom asks, her eyes

[Arella]“You’ve proved to be a worthy asset to my family and my son, Arella.”The words came the moment I stepped into his office, my father-in-law wasting no time, his tone sharp and deliberate. His eyes, always cold and unreadable, held something different this time—a glint of something almost resembling approval.My lips pressed together, barely resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Oh, finally. The great William Sawyer acknowledging me for more than just my name. What an honor.I cleared my throat, a weight settling on my chest. Was this how Lincoln grew up? With a father who measured every relationship based on its benefits, who saw people not as individuals but as assets? The thought made my stomach tighten. Did Lincoln ever feel truly loved?His gaze on me was calculating, measuring. It wasn’t affection—it was recognition. I was no longer just Arella. I was Arella, the granddaughter of the great Harold Walcott. And somehow, that made the weight of being a Walcott feel even heav

[Arella]Costa Rica is beautiful—so, so beautiful. Vibrant wildlife, wonderful warm people… even if I only understood two percent of what they're saying. Lincoln does most of the talking, his deep, confident voice smoothing over every conversation like he was born to speak Spanish. Still, this is the vacation of my dreams—being stranded in a warm country with my hunk of a husband, who was currently hurling up shopping bags like the macho man he is."You know, I can handle some bags, right, Linc?" I tease, rolling my eyes as he gives me a snort.Seriously, how can he carry so many bags without breaking a sweat? If I wasn’t already pregnant with his child, my ovaries would be tingling right now.Curbing my unhealthy thoughts concerning my ridiculously attractive husband, I point to a cute café by the road as we stroll back the short walk to our hotel—or should I say resort, owned by none other than Lincoln Sawyer himself."Let’s go in there! It looks wonderful!" I squeal, unable to co

[Arella]What in the actual fuck?Deric?!The shocked gasp that escapes my lips has him frowning, his dark brows knitting together. The sight of him here—now—sends a sharp chill down my spine.Deric’s frown deepens. “What? Not excited to see me?”My heart cools instantly, like ice water poured over my veins. Excited? I stare into his sad, unreadable eyes, struggling to grasp the insanity of this moment. Like I should feel exhilarated that my ex-husband just crashed my honeymoon, as if this is some long-lost lovers' reunion in a fucking rom-com.My lips part, but all that rolls out is;"Are you… insane?"The words sound so small compared to the roaring disbelief in my head.His eyes flicker with something wild before anger settles in their depths. He steps forward suddenly, gripping my shoulder with an urgency that makes my skin crawl."I went through all the trouble of bypassing your husband's numerous security and traveling this far just to see you," he says, his voice measured but s