The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

The morning sunlight in the city center felt warmer than usual. Hans stood on the sidewalk in front of a small coffee shop, waiting for his friend, Raymond—a longtime acquaintance who was also quite active on social media.Raymond arrived on his beloved old motorcycle, stopping right in front of Hans.“Wow, it’s been a long time, Hans!” Raymond greeted as he got off his bike.Hans smiled broadly. “Yeah, Ray. Last time we met was at the high school reunion, right?”“Right. So, you said you needed help with a post?” Raymond asked directly.Hans nodded. “I want to help my adopted daughter, Cecilia. She... has lost her memory. We found her a while ago on the beach. But until now, we still don’t know who her family is.”Raymond immediately sat down at a table in front of the coffee shop. “Wow, that’s tough. But do you have anything we can use as a clue?”Hans took out his phone, opened the gallery, and showed a photo of a heart-shaped locket with the engraving "O.W.L" inside. Then he showe

Cecilia sat on the living room sofa, her face looking uneasy. Beside her, Nana held her hand tightly, while Hans stood not far away, observing the emotional state of the daughter they had raised all this time."I... I'm not ready to go home," Cecilia murmured softly.Elena, who was sitting across from her, looked at her with hope. "Sweetheart, we're not forcing you. We just want you to know that we missed you so much."Cecilia looked down. "I love Mama Nana and Papa Hans. They took care of me all this time... When I didn’t know who I was, they were there for me."Nana took a deep breath. "Cecilia... or Olivia… we love you very much too. But they are your parents.""I don’t want to be away from Mama and Papa," Cecilia whispered as she hugged Nana’s arm.Nathan stepped forward. His voice was calm and gentle. "We understand. That’s why we’d like to make a proposal."Cecilia lifted her face. "A proposal?""Yes," Elena replied. "We will prepare a luxurious house not far from ours, so you c

The night grew late when Ellyn and Edward’s birthday party finally ended. The guests had left one by one, leaving the backyard lit only by the garden lights. Damian and Tamara were the first to say goodbye to Nathan and Elena before heading to Lancaster Mansion. In the car, Tamara leaned her head against the seat and took a deep breath. “I’m so tired, Dam. My legs are sore,” she said while massaging her calves. Damian glanced at her briefly while driving. “No wonder, you’ve been busy going back and forth helping Elena. Once we get home, go straight to rest, okay?” Tamara nodded slowly. “Yeah…” The trip to the mansion felt shorter that night. Once they arrived, Damian helped Tamara out of the car. The grand building stood proudly again, unlike some time ago when it was empty and repossessed. All the renovations had been completed, making the mansion feel alive again. “I still can’t believe you can be back here,” Tamara said as she looked at the mansion’s façade. Damian gave a f

The midday sun pierced through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow across the spacious bedroom. The air felt soft, yet Elena’s heart was racing. Her body was still trapped in Nathan’s embrace, his masculine scent so close it made her breath hitch slightly. Nathan gazed at her intently, as if unwilling to miss even a second of admiring the face he loved. His fingers traced slowly down Elena’s back, sending waves of warmth through every inch of her skin. Without a word, Elena met his gaze, then reached for Nathan’s face and pressed her lips to his. The kiss wasn’t gentle—it was hungry, deep, and possessive. Nathan felt every breath Elena exhaled, every press of her lips demanding more. His hand lifted, brushing aside strands of her long hair that framed her cheek, while his other hand gripped her waist firmly, refusing to let her pull away. Elena was now on top of Nathan, her movements full of confidence. Her lips left heated trails on his neck, marking him with faint traces

That morning, Thalia stood in front of the mirror in her apartment. She wore a white satin blouse with a neat V-cut, a knee-length black pencil skirt, and slim heels. Her hair was left down with a slight wave at the ends. Light makeup, just enough to highlight her sly smile.“Today’s a good start,” she murmured, holding her lipstick. “A chance to get closer to Mr. Nathan. After all, Mrs. Elena is… well, not young anymore. She already has many children. He must be bored and prefer a young woman like me.”She looked at her reflection once more, satisfied with the result.At five minutes to eight, Thalia was already standing at the gate of the grand house. Samon opened the door and let her in.“Good morning, Miss Thalia. Mr. and Mrs. are in the dining room,” Samon said politely.“Thank you,” Thalia replied with a friendly smile.As she entered, Nathan was sitting and reading the news on his tablet, while Elena was feeding Ellyn, who was seated in a high chair. Edward was already busy pla