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AFTER MY DIVORCE, I HAD A SON FOR A COLD BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CLARAThe silence after the call was heavier than anything Christopher could have said. My chest felt like it was pressing against invisible walls, each heartbeat a reminder of the tension that coiled tight inside me. I couldn’t give up Erebos, but logic whispered that maybe holding on too tightly would cost me more than I was willing to lose. My mind flitted between possibilities, each one more suffocating than the last.I stared at my phone for a long moment, the black screen reflecting a version of myself I barely recognized. His voice still echoed in my ears — calm, confident, as if he knew everything about me already. A cold fury rose in me, low and steady. I was tired of men taking what was mine. I was tired of them thinking they had the right to decide for me. And I was determined not to let this one be any different.I leaned back in my chair, pressing a hand to my forehead. My fingers felt cold against the warmth of my skin. The afternoon light poured through the tall glass
AFTER MY DIVORCE, I HAD A SON FOR A COLD BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHRISTOPHER “So what do you say, Clara?” My tone was calm, deliberate, the kind of voice that could close billion-dollar deals without ever needing to raise its volume. I leaned back in my chair, fingers resting loosely on the desk, eyes fixed on the skyline beyond the glass wall. From this high up, everything looked small — manageable. Predictable. But her silence on the other end of the line didn’t feel small. It felt personal. “I cannot let you go on with this acquisition, Mr. Anderson,” she said finally. Her voice trembled, but not from fear. It was anger — fierce, raw, unfiltered. “Erebos isn’t just a company to me. It’s my life’s work. I built it from nothing. Every late night, every sacrifice — it all means something. I won’t let you take that from me.” Her words hit harder than I wanted them to. I drew in a slow breath, steady and measured, while my chest tightened under the weight of something I couldn’t quite name. “You think I want to destroy Erebos?” I asked, voice
AFTER MY DIVORCE, I HAD A SON FOR A COLD BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CLARA The moment I stepped into the office, I knew something was wrong. The air felt unusually heavy, pressing against my lungs as if the very room resented my presence. Even the faint hum of the air conditioner seemed to taunt me with its indifference. I let my bag slip from my shoulder, and when it hit the floor with a dull thud, the sound echoed too loudly in the silence. My hands were trembling from a storm that had already begun to form inside me long before I arrived. I picked up the phone, gripping it harder than necessary. “Elena,” I said sharply, my voice cracking with a force I did not intend. “Come to my office. Now.” The words bounced off the walls, sharp and brittle. I hated how desperate I sounded. When Elena entered moments later, she carried that same calmness she always did. Her steps were steady, her face unreadable, and her voice as smooth as ever when she said, “You called for me?” Her eyes flicked briefly to my shaking hands, but she said nothing
AFTER MY DIVORCE, I HAD A SON FOR A COLD BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The elevator doors slid open with a low chime, releasing me into a hallway that gleamed with wealth and quiet confidence. The walls were glass, the air faintly perfumed with something expensive and sterile — success, bottled and distributed in measured doses. I stepped out, heels clicking in sharp rhythm against the marble floor. Every movement was calculated. Calm. Controlled. I couldn’t afford to appear desperate, even if that’s exactly what I was. At the front desk, a young woman with sleek black hair and a headset looked up, smiling with the efficiency of someone trained to deal with people who mattered. “Good morning. How may I help you?” “Clara Everon,” I said smoothly, offering a polite nod. “I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Dalton.” Her smile didn’t falter as she typed quickly. “Of course, Ms. Everon. He’s expecting you. Please have a seat — his assistant will call you in shortly.” “Thank you.” I sat down on one of the pristine white chairs in the waiting area. Ever
AFTER MY DIVORCE, I HAD A SON FOR A COLD BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CLARA A soft knock came at my bedroom door. I stirred under the warmth of the blankets, blinking slowly against the light spilling through the curtains. Liam was still asleep beside me, his small body pressed against mine, one tiny hand tangled in the fabric of my shirt. The gentle rise and fall of his chest reminded me, in a way only a mother could understand, that no matter what chaos lay beyond these walls, he was safe here. For now, at least, he was mine. “Good morning, ma’am,” came a familiar voice, gentle and soft. “It’s Hannah.” I blinked again, lifting my head slightly. She must have let herself in with her spare key. Hannah had been coming early for months now, ever since my schedule became unpredictable and the mornings had turned into a flurry of breakfast, homework, and rushing out the door. Even with the house quiet, I could hear the faint click of her bag as she set it down on the chair near the door. I stretched carefully, trying not to disturb Liam. The warmth
AFTER MY DIVORCE, I HAD A SON FOR A COLD BILLIONAIRE Chapter THIRTEEN
CLARA The sharp click of the front door made me jump. My chest was still hammering, sweat prickling at my temples, and I spun toward the sound, half-expecting Sasha to strike again. My hands trembled slightly, still tingling from the adrenaline, and I could feel my heart racing faster than it should. Edward stepped in—his composure calm and solid, the kind of presence that made my racing thoughts slow down just enough to breathe. His eyes swept over the chaos in the foyer: shards of glass scattered across the marble, the angry red mark on my cheek, and Sasha’s smirk still lingering, full of satisfaction. “What happened here?” His voice was low, steady. Sasha’s smirk faltered for only a second before she tilted her head, forcing it back into place. “I guess you’re her new man. Don’t worry, just a little reunion gone wrong. You know how Clara gets when… emotions run high.” Anger surged through me, mixed with a raw, panicked fear. “She broke into my house! She threatened my s
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