บททั้งหมดของ Revenge on My Billionaire Ex : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Louis parked the Chevrolet in the parking space, opened the door for Camilla, and they both proceeded to Queen's Courtyard’s entrance.Camilla and Louis effortlessly drew glances the moment they walked in. Accustomed to being in the limelight, they strode across the lobby like it was nothing.At the front desk, a stunning woman in her late twenties, dressed in a fashionable blue uniform, greeted them with a friendly smile.Camilla booked two VIP rooms in the penthouse for their overnight stay. The receptionist entered the details into her computer, and once the transaction was completed, she handed them the keycards to the rooms, saying, "Please enjoy your stay.”With their accommodations arranged, she and Louis ventured toward the restaurant, both starving. They found a table and took their seats.Camilla couldn't help but feel a tightening in her throat. According to George's letter, Elizabeth had devoted her final years to working at this place. She thought about what those years

Ashford Penitentiary. I winced at the sharp pain in the corners of my lips as I cowered in the corner of the cramped cell. The lingering metallic taste on my tongue served as a painful reminder of the spot where my lips had split and bled. Yesterday, during a brawl in the cafeteria, my cellmate had taken the opportunity of the commotion to hit me in the face. She got away unscathed because I had no proof she did it. My only witness had shut her mouth in fear for her life. I couldn’t blame her for it. Footsteps echoed down the hall. The clinking of keys drew nearer until it abruptly halted outside my metal cell door. "Ms. Stone." The guard's voice boomed through the narrow cracks, jolting me out of my deep thoughts. "You have a visitor," he announced. A visitor? Who would come to see me? It couldn't be Samantha; she had just visited me yesterday. It couldn't be Grandpa either; I had made it clear in the letter I left him that he should never visit me here. My heart pounding,

The private plane descended onto the runway, its engines roaring as it came to a stop. A few moments later, the door opened, and Camilla Everheart emerged, her long blonde hair playing with the wind as she walked down the stairs.She shielded her eyes from the bright sun, taking in the exquisite morning sky of Flintstone City as she looked up.After three long months away, she finally returned to take charge of her new hotel and restaurant.She planned to stay in the City longer this time to oversee the hotel transformation. In fact, she had bought a massive three-story mansion with beautifully landscaped gardens where she and her family could live for a while."Finally, we arrive. The whole flight made me sick," she complained to her husband, who only smiled at her. Camilla glanced over at him, a soft smile spreading across her face. She couldn't help but feel grateful for his recovery after his heart operation three months prior. It was a difficult time, watching him fight for his l

My consciousness was drifting back and forth like a boat caught in a raging storm. I couldn't see anything except darkness, making me wonder if I was dead… or perhaps dying.I was stabbed. Blood—there was so much blood. The red liquid flowing out of my flesh turned the white tile into a river of crimson. It was all I could remember.I could hear voices. One of them sent shivers down my spine. It was delicate, filled with a deep warmth that I recognized instantly. “Please come back to us…” said the voice, and it reminded me of my mother.I hadn't heard her voice for a very long time, but I knew in my heart it was her. How could I ever forget the voice of the woman who gave birth to me? The woman who used to sing me lullabies?The other voices that sounded distant at first began to permeate my consciousness.“You’re going to be okay…”“We’re here for you…”“Keep fighting.”The voices reminded me of Louis, Henry, and David—the brothers I had lost in a tragic plane crash.Beep... Beep...

Louis sprinted to the door, but just as he thought salvation was within reach, a creak reverberated through the air. He fell back just in time when the heavy ceiling collapsed, sending a shower of debris and embers down the living room. He gasped for air as thick smoke filled his lungs.Still struggling to breathe, he grabbed a metal chair and swung it at the window like a baseball bat. Shards of glass erupted like a burst of stars. He dived out with one swift motion, the unconscious man still on his back.They both landed on the overgrown lawn."Arghh!" His muscles ached at the impact of the fall. Ignoring the pain, he pushed himself back onto his feet, his eyes darting to the man who lay a distance from him. With what little force he had left, he dragged the man to safety and bent down to feel his pulse. Relief washed through him when he found one.The burlap sack slipped off, revealing a face that sent a jolt of recognition through him.With trembling hands, he reached for his pho