All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Adrian had invited her to his office to talk about work.That was all this was.Elena kept repeating that to herself as she sat across from him, her posture straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The office felt both familiar and distant, like a place she had once belonged but no longer did.The sleek glass walls, the towering shelves lined with legal files and business contracts, the faint scent of leather and expensive cologne—it all reminded her of a past she had fought so hard to leave behind.She had agreed to work with him again.That didn’t mean she trusted him.Adrian leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, watching her as if waiting for her to change her mind. His dark eyes held something unreadable—curiosity, frustration, something else she couldn’t quite name.But she wouldn’t waver.This was a business decision. Nothing more.She exhaled slowly, steadying herself before speaking. “This isn’t about us,” she said, her voice cool, detached. “This is about work. Tha

Elena sat curled up on the balcony of her apartment, staring out at the city lights flickering against the dark sky. The night breeze was cool against her skin, but the storm inside her was anything but calm.Her fingers clutched the warm ceramic of her untouched coffee, its steam curling into the night air, yet she felt none of its warmth.Adrian’s words from earlier echoed relentlessly in her mind, refusing to be silenced."I love you, Elena. I never stopped. And I won’t give up on us."She had tried to ignore it, tried to bury the emotions his confession had stirred up. She had convinced herself that distance was the safest choice, that keeping him at arm’s length was the only way to protect herself.But deep down, beneath all the pain and fear, she knew the truth.She still loved him.She always had.Her phone buzzed beside her, the screen illuminating in the dim light. She already knew who it was before she even picked it up.Adrian.Her heart pounded as she hesitated, her thumb

Adrian walked through the cold, sterile hallways of the prison, his footsteps echoing against the concrete floors. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something darker—something that lingered beneath the surface, like regret and wasted time.The guards led him to a small visitation room. A single metal table sat in the center, flanked by two chairs. The walls were bare except for a tiny security camera in the corner.He sat down, his hands resting on the table, fingers drumming lightly.And then the door on the other side opened.Lucas was escorted in, shackled at the wrists. His once-pristine appearance was gone, replaced by a rougher version of himself. His beard had grown out, his hair was slightly unkempt, and there was a weight in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.But the smirk—the same arrogant smirk Adrian had come to despise—was still there.“Well, well,” Lucas drawled as he sat down, leaning back as much as the chains allowed. “Didn’t think I’d see you

The evening air was cool, carrying the soft scent of pine and distant rain. The lake stretched before them, its surface calm and reflective, mirroring the deep blues and golds of the fading sky.Elena stood at the edge of the wooden dock, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the water. She had always found peace in places like this—quiet, untouched by the noise of the world. But tonight, peace felt like a fragile thing, slipping between her fingers with every breath she took.Behind her, she heard footsteps. Steady. Purposeful.Adrian.She didn’t turn around. Not yet.He stopped a few feet away. She could feel his gaze on her, waiting."You’re thinking too much again," he said softly.Elena let out a quiet laugh, though there was no real humor in it. "I do that a lot."There was a pause, then, "Can I join you?"She finally glanced over her shoulder. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held something steady—something patient.She nodded.Adrian stepped beside her, h

Elena stood frozen in front of the boutique window, her breath catching in her throat.The dress was there.A vision of white lace and delicate embroidery, its bodice adorned with intricate floral patterns that cascaded down into a flowing train. The soft glow of the boutique lights illuminated it, making it seem almost ethereal, like something out of a dream.A dream she had once dared to have.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She should walk away. She should pretend she never saw it.But she couldn’t.It wasn’t just any dress. It was the dress. The one she had picked out long ago, back when she still believed in fairytales. Back when she had imagined walking down the aisle, heart full of love, eyes locked on the man who would be waiting for her at the altar.A past version of herself had chosen this dress. A girl who had never known betrayal. A girl who hadn’t learned how painful love could be.Her throat tightened.“Elena?”She flinched at the familiar voice behind her.