My Billionaire Ex Wife Wants Me Back

In Love's Last Hour

Her hands were buried deep in her disheveled hair; her bare feet tapped nervously against the cold marble staircase. She flinched when she heard something break upstairs but didn't dare to go check. Instead, she picked up the phone beside her and dialed a number; she listened into the receiver, it rang once and she quickly cut the call. Liam would never forgive her if he found out she called him. But she was beyond saving at this point; it didn't matter what she did anymore; she called again. Listened in, biting her lower lip. The phone rang twice, and she cut the call.

“This is a bad call.” She stood up, thinking about her family's strong disapproval of her marriage to a lowly boy who didn't understand the ways of the opulent. She practically ostracized herself from the family for Liam's love, and they also never bothered to stop her or even look for her. That was three years ago.

She could not call her father now. It would be betrayal of a promise she and Liam had made to each other as they began their lives, abandoned by both parents who didn't believe in their love.

But did she have a choice? She had thought well about it; it was the only way to keep him; otherwise she would lose everything—the company she worked so hard to build—and Liam, her heart sank as she imagined a life without him. Her mind raced;she panted heavily as the world spun around her. But was she ready to go on with plan B? To do everything in her power to keep Liam?

“I have to remind Liam of where we've come from first... I have to.” She limped up the staircase, little beads of sweat shining on her forehead; she licked her chapped lips, her breaths short; her lightheadedness was getting worse. She stumbled and lost a step; before quickly grabbing onto the railing. She took a moment to breathe, sighing heavily; She hadn't had a moment of rest, let alone food to eat since her life began tumbling down.

“Liam…” She pushed the bedroom door open. ”What are you doing?” Her eyes drifted to the duffel bag beside the bed. Liam was blindly shoving his personal belongings into the bag. At some point she thrust in Elizabeth's bra; he pulled it out quickly, tossing it on the floor.

“I'm done, Liz. Isn't this what you were aiming for? ... Well, it's happening now; I hope it makes you happy.” He exhaled, his narrowed eyes haggard.

“It's not what I want anymore... Don't leave; where will you go? I want you. I love you.” Elizabeth’s pale face, thinner than usual.

“You have a funny way of showing your love, Liz... It's a mess…not love, please let's not fight anymore; I'll go anywhere so long as it's not here.”

“We said... we'd never leave, no matter how hard it got! We promised!” She sobbed, catching her breath; the nausea was getting way worse. She felt her forehead. Great! She was running a fever. “Are you just going to quit because my family's world is too much for you to handle?!”

“No! Elizabeth.” Liam's clenched fist trembled as he shouted. “It's not your family that has caused this; it's you! When it got tough, you thought I was too weak to handle it, so you ran to Dylan, because he was rich enough to understand your corporate world. I'm just a simple musician; what do I know? Right?” Liam ruffled his hair desperately; his voice cracked. “You broke our promise first.”

“Don't do this, Liam.” Elizabeth's grip on her phone tightened. “Don't push my hand, please." I just can't let you walk out; so much is at stake.” She pleaded, her eyes half closed as she leaned on the door, contemplating the dreaded plan B.

“I'm sorry... about the divorce papers; just give me some time to process this; I'll sign them.” Liam was clearing his shoes. The big wall clock ticked louder, swallowing the heavy silence in the room as he shoved the last of his items in the bag.

Leaning on the wall, Elizabeth supported herself out of the room. She had tried; now she really had no choice but to call. Her hands trembled as she dialed into Don Marcello's receiver for the third time that day, after three years of silence.

She listened attentively as the phone rang; time seemed to slow down, giving her the option to rethink her plan, because once Don Marcello Gilbert De Luca got involved. There would only be blood. That was the only way she could stop him from leaving. At least she hoped, because once Liam Hemsworth set his mind to something, he would rather die than do otherwise. And her father didn't have a problem snapping him like a twig.

“Figlia Mia.” Don Marcello's hoarse, deep voice rang into the receiver. “My only daughter... Are you well?”

“Oh papa.” Fresh, hot tears stung Elizabeth's eyes. “I need you,” she sobbed incessantly into the receiver.

“Tell me what's wrong.” Don Marcello's tone was low, with a dangerous edge to it.

“It's… it's… Liam, he's leaving me; please help me, papa... per favore.” Elizabeth sniffed, taking deep breaths.

“Testa di cazzo!” The don cursed coldly into the phone. “I'll be there.” The line went dead.

Elizabeth slid down the wall as tears rolled down her pale face. If there was any chance of working things out with Liam, she felt as if she had just flushed it down the toilet. This is how all her past relationships ended, and she had never seen any of the men again, and she was afraid to ask. She shut her eyes, fearful of what was coming.

Elizabeth couldn't recall how long she stayed down; she was only startled by the revving engines of audio in their compound. It was time for her next plan; her heart was a ticking bomb inside her chest, echoing the fear clawing at her and the dangerous plan she was contemplating. She pushed herself up and walked into the bedroom. Liam was through with packing, he was slumped on the edge of the bed.

“Good you are here.. I've been waiting for you.” He stood up, picking up his duffel bag. “I just want you to know, I haven't taken anything on yours; you can check if you want to. All the credit cards and the car keys are alll here.  Goodbye Liz. My lawyer will be in touch.” Liam looked away, his voice fading in distress.

“I'm sorry, Liam... but… I can't let you leave.” Elizabeth whispered, pacing back and forth. The revving engines got louder, matching Elizabeth's thumping heart.

“What did you do?” Liam's duffel bag slipped to the floor. As he rushed to the window, he pulled back the heavy curtains, his mouth hung open at the sight below. He took a step back, his brows furrowed in fear as he watched the huge bulky man alight from his car, followed by men just as huge as men dressed in black suits. Their sharp steps against the marble compound clacked heavily with every step they took.

“You called the Don?” Pain and betrayal flickered in his eyes. “What did I ever do to you? I loved you.” There was an edge of pain in Liam's tone.

“I'm sorry. Liam… But I have to do this.”

“Oh God!” Elizabeth clenched her fist and brought it to her face with force. She let out an ear-piercing scream. She slammed herself into the built-in wardrobe, banging her head onto it.

The dumbfounded Liam stood watching in horror as Elizabeth hurt herself. When his senses came to him, his reaction was instantaneous and reflexive; in two long strides, he was standing by Elizabeth, holding her by the shoulders gently.

“Stop Elizabeth! What are you trying to do?!” He had Elizabeth pinned to the wall. And that is what Don Marcello Gilbert De Luca walked in on.

“Please let me go, Liam."  Elizabeth sobbed, her eyes tightly shut.

“Testa di cazzo! Ti ucciderò bastardo!” The don cursed, snapping his finger, to one of his men. The man nodded curtly, taking brisk steps; he pulled Liam forcefully, shoving him to the floor. The don's strong, spicy cologne filled the room as he took heavy steps towards his daughter, utterly ignoring trembling Liam.

“Figlia Mia, are you alright? You should have called me sooner.” Don Marcello caressed his daughter's cheek affectionately.

“Sir… I didn't do anything. I swear!” Nobody paid attention to Liam; his eyes darted from the Don to his men. The don’s attention shifted slowly to Liam, his voice cold. “Who asked you to talk? Listen, boy, you never talk when not spoken to, and most importantly, you never lay your hands on women, especially my daughter.” The Don shot a hard glance at one of his men, and he closed in on Liam.

A blind pain shot through his brain; he wheezed in pain as they descended on him ruthlessly. He was not given a chance to defend himself.

Liam curled into a fetal position; he knew his death had come, and there was not much he could do to prevent it; that was the price he had to pay for loving a woman. In his last moments, he thought of no one else but his mother and the sweet southern tea she used to make; he felt a hunger for his mother's tea. The ticking clock ringing louder in his ear.

Jerry hid in the staff quarters. As he peeped through the keyhole, he watched as his boss's limp body was dragged out of the huge mansion into one of the many cars.

“Oh God!” He took a step back, confused whether to hide or watch, his jaws clenched as he watched the boss's wife follow a huge man.

“This has gone too far; you need to let him go, papa; he'll obey now.” Elizabeth's hard voice rang after her father. She was already regretting her decision; the Don had taken things too far. "Please, papa, leave him behind.”

“You always had a soft spot, Lizzie. You let him go now; you'll regret it. Give it a few days.” The man was heading to his car. “Come home; your mother misses you.” Don Marcello got into the car signaling for them to leave.

Jerry watched as the cars filed out of the compound one by one; he wondered what they had done to Liam. Liam was like a brother to him, covering his mounting hospital bills when he was involved in a bad accident at the movie set working as a stuntman. Liam had covered everything and supported his wife and their little girl, giving him a job once he got better. Without a second thought, he slipped out, running to the Jeep and following the procession of cars. He could never leave him behind.

Jerry's hand trembled on the wheel as he trailed the vehicles. His years of experience as a stunt driver in movie sets are all coming back to him in a rush. “Hold on, boss. I got you.”