Semua Bab The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lucas stood by his car, his usual composed mask firmly in place, but something about his stance was too rigid, too tight. “Where are you heading?” I asked, adjusting my coat. Lucas’s eyes flickered toward me briefly before he focused on straightening his cuffs. “To see my mother.” Ethan let out a low whistle, smirking. “Ah, right. Wouldn’t want to keep the Queen waiting.” Lucas’s jaw tensed. Ethan, of course, noticed immediately.“Dutiful as always,” he drawled, crossing his arms. “Tell me, Knight—do you ever do anything without her approval? Or are you still playing the role of the perfect son?” Lucas’s grip on his car door tightened for half a second before he masked it with a sharp exhale. I saw it. Ethan saw it. He had struck a nerve. Lucas met Ethan’s gaze, his voice cool, composed—but laced with something colder underneath. “At least I know where my loyalty lies.” Ethan’s smirk didn’t falter, but something flickered behind his eyes. Tension crackled between

"Natalie!"The moment I stepped into West Corporation, Stella practically sprinted toward me, her heels clicking aggressively against the marble floors like she was on a mission. Before I could react, she grabbed my arm, her eyes scanning me like she was checking for injuries. “What the hell happened last night?” she demanded, her voice low but urgent. “I heard there was an attack—you didn’t pick up my calls!” I blinked, still half-distracted, my mind lingering on things it absolutely shouldn’t. Like the way Ethan had pulled me against him this morning.The way his skin had burned under my fingertips. The way I had kissed him. The memory hit me like a brick wall, and my breath caught for half a second. Stella narrowed her eyes.Her gaze flicked over my face, my slightly swollen lips, the way I was avoiding eye contact. Then she gasped, eyes widening. “Oh my God,” she breathed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Why are you blushing?” I whipped my head to

Lucas walked beside me as I made my way to my car, the crunch of gravel beneath our feet the only sound cutting through the heavy silence. The warehouse loomed behind us, a dark, unforgiving reminder of what had just happened. No matter how hard I tried to push it aside, the image of the man biting off his own tongue, the blood, the eerie final grin— it wouldn’t leave me. My body felt heavy and drained as if the weight of the day had wrapped itself around me like a suffocating cloak. Lucas walked with his hands tucked into his pockets, his expression unreadable, but I could feel his gaze flickering toward me every few steps. Finally, he spoke. “What are you going to do now?” I let out a slow, measured breath, my eyes fixed on the darkened horizon. “I don’t know.” What was there to do? The cops wouldn’t help. Not in situations like this. Money moved faster than justice. And the man who had just killed himself? That had been a warning. Lucas didn’t speak for a long

I wasn’t expecting much when I stepped into West Corporation that morning—just another battle with the board, another fight to keep my position, another day of dodging threats I still couldn’t trace. What I wasn’t expecting was to walk past Gregory’s office and see him kissing Amanda.I froze mid-step. Through the slightly open door, I saw Amanda perched on his desk, her arms wrapped around his neck. Gregory—who always paraded around with his holier-than-thou attitude—was gripping her waist, pulling her closer. I didn’t realize how long I’d been standing there until a passing employee bumped into me, muttering an apology before walking off. Snapping out of my daze, I turned and headed straight to my office.What the hell did I just witness?By the time I sat behind my desk, I was still rattled. So much so that I almost didn’t notice when Stella waltzed in, practically buzzing with energy. She dropped into the chair across from me, crossing her legs. “Alright. Spill.” I bli

The car took a sharp turn, veering off the familiar road to my home and into a secluded area of the city. I stiffened. “This isn’t my house,” I blurted. “No, it isn’t,” he said flatly. Another turn—we entered a covered parking lot. My stomach plummeted. Panic clawed at my throat as the car rolled to a stop. My last chance.I grabbed the door handle and yanked.Locked. I tried again, harder. Still locked. Oh, hell no.Before I could start screaming, the driver stepped out, rounded the car, and yanked my door open. "Out," he ordered. I stared at him. “What if I say no?” His jaw twitched. "Then I'll carry you." I gasped. “That’s rude! That’s—God, *do you even know who I am? There are rules about this kind of thing! This isn’t how kidnapping works—” He exhaled sharply, clearly running out of patience. Before I could talk my way into more trouble, he grabbed my wrist— firm, but not brutal— "Don't make this harder than it has to be," he muttered. My pulse po