All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Husband Regrets Divorce: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Max POV Underlying emotions. I stood under the cold shower, my jaw clenched as I struggled to regain control. My erection throbbed painfully, refusing to be ignored. Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and squeezing tightly, trying to dull the desperate urge to dash into the room and sink into her warmth core. My mind conjured up images of her—on her knees before me, beneath me, or even bent over, ready to take in all my seeds but then, I was high, if I should take her in this state, I might hurt her and she might limp throughout the week and no matter how much I desired to have her writh under me right now, I had to keep to my desires, besides touching her wasn't part of the deal despite the fact I usually force my way in on her. Vivian hated me and I knew that, it had been all my fault and I doubted if I could even get to make her love me like she used to. A lot of things threatened our relationship and that had caused my lack of trust for her and till date, I still

3rd person POVRuth emerged from behind, shocking Vivian, her presence sudden and unsettling. Freya, still trembling with fear, kept her eyes fixed on Ruth, her gaze paralyzed with terror. A mischievous smile played on Ruth's lips, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity.Without hesitation, Ruth reached out to grab Freya's arm, her intention clear, to silence Freya before she could reveal any secrets to Vivian. But Vivian was too quick, her reflexes honed from years of dealing with intense trainings from her Grandpa.Vivian stepped forward, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination as she stood defensively in front of Ruth "Leave her alone, Ruth," she said in a warning tone that etched with displeasure, her voice low and menacing.Ruth's smile wavered, her eyes sparkling with a raging glint as she bit on her lips. "Or what, Vivian?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "You'll beat me up? As what exactly huh? Aren't you forgetting who I am and what I used to be, you

3rd person POVThe hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the machines. Vivian lay unconscious on the bed, her face pale, a white bandage covering the wound on her head. Max stood at the edge of the room, his hands in fists, watching as the doctors and nurses worked quickly to stabilize her.“She’s stable for now,” The doctor said, checking her IV. “She needs rest and observation, but we’ve done all we can for the moment.”Max barely heard the words. His gaze was locked on Vivian’s pale face, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The gash on her temple had been cleaned and stitched, but the sight of the stark white bandage against her hair sent a surge of guilt surging through him.How had it come to this? He had promised himself that he would protect her, that nothing and no one would ever harm her. Yet here she was, lying helpless in a hospital bed, because he hadn’t been fast enough—because he hadn’t seen the threat standing right in front of him.He ra

3rd person POVMax stared at his phone screen, eyes burning from hours of research. His mind was a mess—his father’s body missing, Alexander using it as leverage, and now this_ It wasn’t Alexander at all. Someone else had taken his father. Someone else had planned this whole thing.Ray sat across from him, scrolling through his laptop, frustration written all over his face. “This doesn’t make sense Sir,” he muttered. “If Alexander doesn’t have your dad’s body, then who does? And why lie about it?”Max leaned back, rubbing his temples. “To control me perhaps,” he said bitterly. “To make me desperate enough to do whatever he wanted.”He had almost fallen for it. Almost believed Alexander had his father’s body and Vivian’s mother, forcing him into an impossible choice. But now, everything had changed.A notification popped up on his phone. An encrypted message. Max opened it quickly, his stomach twisting.The body is gone. No trace. Someone else took it. He was never in Alexander’s hands

3rd person POVThe jet touched down in Zurich just before dawn. A thick fog blanketed the runway, making the city beyond it look eerie and unfamiliar. Max stepped off the aircraft, adjusting the cuffs of his coat as the cold air bit at his skin.Ray followed closely behind, scanning their surroundings with sharp eyes. He was always cautious, always prepared. Max appreciated that about him.Their car was already waiting. A sleek black SUV with tinted windows. The driver, one of Max’s trusted men, nodded silently as they climbed inside."Where to?" the driver asked."The hotel first," Max replied. "We need to regroup before heading to Stanford’s location."The vehicle pulled away from the airport, gliding through the quiet streets of Zurich. Max’s mind was restless. He had barely slept on the flight, his thoughts too occupied with that one man; Stanford Hayes.Max clenched his fists. He wouldn’t let it go unpunished. Soon they arrived at a 5- star hotel.The hotel suite was spacious, m