บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The private island was everything Caleb had promised—tranquil, secluded, and breathtakingly beautiful. The villa, perched on a hill overlooking the azure sea, was a masterpiece of luxury. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore seemed to whisper serenity.But for Celine, the peaceful setting only heightened her unease.“Do you like it?” Caleb asked, standing beside her on the villa’s wide balcony. His arm was draped casually around her waist, his tone as warm as the tropical sun.“It’s beautiful,” she admitted, gazing out at the view. But even as the words left her mouth, her thoughts swirled with doubt.Caleb smiled and kissed her temple. “I thought this would be the perfect escape for us. No distractions, no worries. Just you and me.”She nodded, forcing a smile, though a voice in the back of her mind whispered, Why now? What are you trying to hide?Caleb’s affection was undeniable—his thoughtful gestures, his laughter, the

The atmosphere in the private jet was heavy with silence as they returned home. Celine stared out the window, the clouds below doing little to calm her frayed nerves. Caleb had ended their honeymoon abruptly, claiming there was “urgent business” waiting for them.“Are you sure it couldn’t wait?” she had asked cautiously.Caleb had smiled, brushing his fingers against her hand. “Some things can’t, my love. You’ll understand soon.”Now, seated beside him, Celine’s mind raced with everything she had discovered. The hidden camera, the phone labeled “H,” the locked room—Caleb’s web of secrets seemed to grow thicker by the day. She clenched her hands in her lap, hiding her fear behind a calm facade. She needed to get back to her father. He was the only one who might help her piece this all together.“We’ll be home soon,” Caleb said, breaking the silence. His voice was soothing, but she didn’t miss the sharpness beneath it. “It’ll feel good to get back, don’t you think?”Celine forced a smal

Celine stood frozen, her heart pounding as Linda’s sharp smile widened. The air between them felt charged, and every instinct told her to leave. But she couldn’t. Not yet.“What are you doing here, Linda?” Celine demanded, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside her.Linda took a slow sip of her tea before answering, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said lightly, setting the cup down. “But since you’re so curious… I’m helping Caleb with some sensitive matters. You know how demanding his work can be.”Celine’s jaw tightened. “Sensitive matters? That’s vague, even for you.”Linda shrugged, the picture of calm. “It’s not my place to share his business. You should ask Caleb yourself. I’m sure he’d be happy to explain.”Celine clenched her fists. Linda’s casual tone and infuriatingly calm demeanor only heightened her suspicion.As if summoned by the tension, Caleb appeared, his steps quick but unhurried.“Celine,” he called, h

The night air was heavy with tension as Celine slipped out of the palace, her heart pounding with every step. The streets were eerily quiet, the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows. She pulled her hood tighter around her face, hoping to blend into the darkness. The message on her phone had been brief, but its urgency left her no choice.The meeting point was a secluded park on the edge of the city, a place where trees stood like silent sentinels. As she approached, her breath quickened. A hooded figure stood beneath an old oak tree, their posture rigid.“Who are you?” Celine demanded, stopping a few feet away. Her voice wavered, a mix of fear and determination.The figure turned slowly, pulling back his hood. Her breath caught in her throat.“Dimitri?” she whispered, her knees weakening.“It’s me, Celine,” he said, his voice low but steady. “I’m alive.”Her hand flew to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. “But… how? I saw the crash. I thought you were dead.”Dimitri step

Caleb’s demeanor had shifted, and Celine could feel it. Over breakfast, he casually placed his coffee cup down and looked at her with an unreadable expression.“I’ve been thinking, Celine,” he began, his tone calm but laced with intent. “It’s time you distanced yourself from your father’s politics.”Celine froze mid-sip, her hand trembling slightly. “What do you mean?”Caleb leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. “Your father has too many enemies, and his position puts you in constant danger. If you’re no longer seen as part of his circle, you’ll be safer—and it’ll strengthen our independence as a couple.”Celine forced a smile, her stomach knotting. “You think distancing myself from my own father is the answer?”Caleb smiled faintly, though his eyes were sharp. “It’s the only logical move. I’ll handle everything else. You just need to trust me.”Celine nodded, though her heart raced. His push to separate her from her father wasn’t about safety—it was about control.The cha