Semua Bab Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The sun streamed through the windows of the small villa, illuminating the papers Edric had laid out across the dining table. Celine’s hands trembled as she picked up one of the documents, her eyes scanning the damning words scrawled across the page.“These are contracts,” she murmured, her voice heavy with disbelief. “He sold national resources to foreign powers… for personal profit?”Edric nodded grimly, his face weary. “Your father has been embezzling humanitarian aid meant for starving regions. He’s used it to fund private military forces and pad his offshore accounts. The deals with foreign powers? They’re crippling our sovereignty. He’s selling the country piece by piece.”Celine felt a knot tighten in her chest as she reached for another file. The next one was worse—photos of starving children, their frail bodies and hollow eyes seared into her mind.“Stop,” she whispered, setting the file down abruptly. “I can’t look at this anymore.”Edric’s tone softened. “I’m sorry, but you

The small coastal town was bustling that morning, fishermen hauling in their nets, children chasing each other through the narrow streets, and vendors calling out their wares. Dimitri moved cautiously through the crowds, his cap pulled low to obscure his face. Though he often came here for supplies, today felt different.As he walked past a café, his ears caught snatches of conversation from a table of two men. One of them was leaning forward, his voice low but urgent.“They’re supposed to be somewhere nearby. A villa on the coast, maybe,” the man said, his thick accent unfamiliar.Dimitri slowed his pace, pretending to inspect a fruit stand.The other man responded, “If they’re here, we’ll find them. The president doesn’t tolerate loose ends.”Dimitri’s pulse quickened. He casually picked up an orange, handing the vendor some coins while keeping his focus on the men. They didn’t notice him, too engrossed in their conversation.He left quickly, his mind racing. Someone was asking ques

Celine sat at the edge of the bed, staring out the window as the sun dipped below the horizon. Days of sleepless nights had worn her down, her mind torn between the quiet life she had wanted and the cries of her people that haunted her dreams.Finally, she spoke, her voice steady yet filled with emotion. “I can’t stay here anymore, Dimitri.”Dimitri, leaning against the doorframe, froze. He had known this moment was coming, but hearing the words made his chest tighten. “What are you saying, Celine?”She turned to face him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I have to go back. To the capital. To him.”His jaw clenched. “To your father? After everything he’s done to you? After all the times he’s tried to use and destroy you?”Celine nodded. “Yes. I have to face him. I have to stop him. I can’t sit here hiding while people are dying because of him.”Dimitri crossed the room, sitting beside her. His voice softened, though it still carried an edge of frustration. “You know what this m

The capital was unrecognizable. As Celine and Dimitri slipped through a hidden tunnel that opened into the outskirts of the city, the chaos above them became undeniable. Smoke curled into the sky from burning barricades, and the air was filled with the sound of shouting, chanting, and the distant crack of gunfire.“This isn’t the city I remember,” Celine whispered, peering from the shadows into the crowded streets.Dimitri pulled her back, his hand firm on her arm. “Keep your hood up. There are too many eyes here.”They stayed close to the walls of the narrow alleyway, careful not to draw attention to themselves. Protesters surged through the streets, their faces angry and determined as they chanted, “Down with Santos! Justice for the people!”Celine’s heart clenched. She wanted to join them, to raise her voice alongside theirs, but she knew that being seen now would put everyone in greater danger.“Let’s move,” Dimitri said, guiding her through the maze of side streets.Their destina

The air was heavy with silence as Celine and Dimitri fled the palace under the cover of darkness. The narrow alleyways and shadows of the capital offered them refuge, but her mind was racing far faster than their footsteps. Santos’s words echoed in her head: “Ask Dimitri about his role in all this.”“Is it true?” she asked sharply, her voice cutting through the quiet.Dimitri glanced at her but didn’t respond immediately.“Dimitri!” she pressed, stopping abruptly. Her eyes blazed as she stepped in front of him. “Did you work with him?”He sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of her accusation. “Yes,” he admitted quietly.Celine staggered back as though he had struck her. “You… you worked with my father? You helped him do all this?”“It wasn’t what you think,” Dimitri said, his voice desperate. “It was years ago, before I understood the kind of man he really was. He approached me after my military service, offered me a position in his inner circle. I thought I was protecting