Semua Bab Revenge on My Billionaire Ex : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The mere mention of the name Elizabeth ignited a storm of memories within him, making his pulse skitter and his heart race in response.The background noise faded into the distance as he thought about the great regret he would forever carry in his heart.He hadn’t seen his ex-wife in years, not since that fateful day she begged him to leave her alone.If he had realized she would disappear so suddenly and completely, he would have never walked away from her that day, sticking by her even if she had tried to push him aside. Yet, no matter how much he wished he hadn't set her free, there was no way to alter what had already happened.When Elizabeth Stone walked out of his life, she left behind a void that no other woman could fill.Over the years, he had made numerous attempts to find her and make everything right, but it appeared as though she had vanished without a trace.Not even the most skilled private investigator could uncover her whereabouts. Even Samantha, her closest confidant

“What do you mean my daughter's gone?” Crimson repeated in a dangerously calm tone, the color draining from his face.Isabela stuttered frantically. "I—I went to her room to deliver the cookies she asked me to make, b—but when I opened the door… she wasn't there… I searched the whole house, and all forty servants helped look for her, but she was nowhere to be found.”Chills ran down his spine, making his entire body go cold. His hand, gripping the phone, trembled uncontrollably, but he forced himself to remain calm. He understood that succumbing to panic would lead to nothing.The door swung open. His secretary entered the room, holding a stack of papers in his hand. "Is there a problem, Sir?" he inquired, his brow furrowed in concern."My daughter is missing. I need to find her,” he answered, snatching his coat from the rack and striding purposefully toward the door without waiting for a response.Crimson practically sprinted to the elevator."Tell me what happened before she disappe

Stepping off the plane, I felt the caress of the afternoon breeze on my skin. The journey had been exhausting, my body sore from hours of being stuck in my seat. And yet, despite the fatigue, my mind was buzzing with a multitude of tasks that required my attention.Sapphire, my stepsister, insisted we head to the hotel and get some rest. But I shook my head. “Not yet,” I told her. “I have something important to attend to.”She frowned. “You’re exhausted, Liz. The ancestral house can wait.”It couldn’t."It's okay. You go to the Queen's Courtyard first. I'll join you later after I finish what I have to," I said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder."Alright,” she heaved a resigned sigh. “I really want to come with you, but I'm just too tired. I haven't slept at all during the flight, so I'll get some rest. See you at the hotel.”I let out a sigh of relief.“See you at the hotel.” I smiled before our paths diverged. She strode toward the airport's main exit, where a Range Rover st

Tears soaked my lashes. It was the most beautiful thing someone had ever said to me—their warmth wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing the jagged edges of a day that had been filled with exhaustion.I looked down at her, this little beacon of innocence, and felt a swell of emotion so strong it threatened to overflow. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I managed to say, my voice shaking a bit. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”She smiled, showing dimples on both her cheeks. “You were there when I needed someone to talk to. You must be my guardian angel.”I chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “I’m not an angel, but I’m glad I can be there for you.”I opened the back door of the car and turned to the little girl beside me. Her wide and trusting eyes met mine. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you buckled in,” I said gently, lifting her with ease. She was tall for her age, but she felt surprisingly light in my arms—so much so that I could lift her with j

Observing the little girl walk away made my chest tight.. It's strange how, despite our recent meeting, I felt as though I had known her for a lifetime.Perhaps my longing for my son is the reason I feel a strong connection to Cleo; her blonde hair and green eyes bear a striking resemblance to Blaze, my little boy whom I miss dearly.When the door to the presidential suite opened, I immediately shut the balcony door and concealed myself behind the curtains. I couldn't let Crimson see me—not yet.Crimson entered the room, his striking features etched with concern as he lifted the little girl into his arms and held her close. I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. Time had been kind to him, like a fine wine aging gracefully.I observed him comfort the little girl, revealing a tender and nurturing side of him that was new to me. Though I couldn't understand a word he said, I knew that he was offering words of comfort to the child.It was in moments like these that I remember