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Chapter Eleven
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2026-04-03 19:09:57
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DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine Chapter Twenty
The silence that followed Charlie Vane’s entrance was thick and suffocating. I remained on the floor, my palms pressed into the jagged shards of shattered Cabernet glass. The deep red wine soaked into my midnight-silk gown, indistinguishable from the blood blooming from my shredded knees. My hair hung in damp, wine-stained clumps over my face, hiding the fire in my eyes.Charlie Vane stood at the edge of the circle, his tuxedo immaculate, his face a ghostly mask of disbelief. a hallucination, or the woman he had buried in his mind six years ago."Elara?" His voice was a jagged rasp, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning. "You... I thought you were dead. Everyone said... London... an accident. How did you survive? How are you even standing?" How come you have the invitation? The dress?" Who…..Before I could part my split lips to answer, Lydia saw her opening. She knew the moment Charlie’s shock faded, guilt or curiosity might take over him. She couldn't let that happen.
DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine Chapter Nineteen
The Grand Ballroom was a fortress of gold leaf and predatory elite. I walked through the gilded doors alone, my midnight-blue gown trailing behind me like a shadow of the woman I used to be. Tyler was still at the private terminal, ensuring the digital kill-switch was ready to execute the Vane accounts. For now, I was the bait. And the vipers were starving.I hadn't made it ten feet into the room before Silas and Beatrice flanked me, their hands like iron claws on my shoulders. They dragged me toward the center of the dance floor, where the light of the massive crystal chandelier could expose every inch of my "shame.""You goddemned bitch!" Silas hissed, his breath smelling of expensive scotch and pure malice. "Who the f**k gave you an invitation? This gala is for the elite, not for bastards and homeless sluts who crawl back into town to beg!" Don’t come and ruin this opportunity for us Lydia stepped forward, her white silk dress stretched over her supposedly "miracle" womb. She look
DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine Chapter Eighteen
The night before the Gala, the air in the Vane penthouse was thick with the scent of lilies and the hum of high-stakes anxiety. Charlie was hunched over his laptop in the study, his face illuminated by the harsh blue light of the screen. "Demn it," he hissed, slamming his phone onto the desk. "Why won't the authorization go through?" He had been trying for three hours to finalize the trust transfer for Lydia’s "unborn heir." Every time he hit the 'Submit' button on the Vane Private Banking portal, a spinning wheel of death appeared, followed by a generic 'Connection Timed Out' error. Lydia floated into the room, draped in a silk robe that cost more than a mid-sized sedan. She leaned over his shoulder, her hand resting possessively on his neck. "Still at it, darling? You should be resting. Tomorrow is our big night." "The system is lagging," Charlie growled, rubbing his eyes. "I’ve tried the wired connection, the Wi-Fi, and my personal hotspot. It keeps kicking me back to the login
DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine Chapter Seventeen
The penthouse was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the city's evening traffic far below. Leo was sitting on the plush carpet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he clicked together a complex Lego skyscraper.The front door clicked open. Leo didn't even look up at first, but then he caught a scent the familiar, grounding aroma of sandalwood and expensive tobacco."Daddy!"Leo scrambled to his feet, his face lighting up with a radiance I hadn't seen since we left London. He didn't just walk; he sprinted across the room. Tyler Vane dropped his leather briefcase, the heavy thud echoing against the marble, and knelt on the floor just in time to catch the boy in a massive, crushing hug."There he is," Tyler grunted, his voice thick with a genuine warmth he saved for no one else in the world. "My little architect. Did you finish the tower yet, or were you waiting for me to help with the heavy lifting?""I waited! I needed the blue pieces from your suitcase," Leo chirped, pulling back
DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine Chapter Sixteen
Lydia didn't just walk into the Vance manor; she floated. The weight of the titanium Black Card in her clutch felt like the key to a kingdom. She couldn't wait to see the look on her parents' faces when they realized she had outplayed everyone including the "Mystery CEO."But the moment she stepped into the foyer, the air felt cold and Dead.In the study, her father, Silas, was slumped in his leather chair, his face the color of wet ash. Beatrice was pacing, her phone pressed to her ear, her voice a shrill, panicked whisper."Dad? Mom? What’s going on?" Lydia asked, her smile faltering. "I have the best news! Charlie bought it. He bought the whole thing! The ultrasound, the miracle... he's obsessed."Silas didn't look up. He shoved a stack of papers across the desk. "We just got the calls, Lydia. Three of them in the last hour. Our top clients... the ones who have been with Vance Corp for twenty years... they’re all backing out. Effective immediately.""What?" Lydia gasped."And that’
DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine Chapter Fifteen
The penthouse was bathed in the warm, amber glow of a hundred designer candles. Lydia had orchestrated the perfect scene silk pillows, chilled non alcoholic cider, and a small, silver-wrapped box sitting on the center of the coffee table.Charlie walked in, his shoulders slumped, the image of the boy from the ice cream shop still burning behind his eyelids. He looked like a man who had spent the day fighting ghosts."Charlie, darling," Lydia purred, gliding toward him. She took his briefcase and tossed it onto a chair, pulling him toward the sofa. "You look like you've seen a spirit. Sit. Drink. I told you I had good news for you, my love.”"I'm tired, Lydia. Whatever it is just”"Open it," she interrupted, her eyes sparkling with a terrifying, manufactured joy.Charlie sighed and reached for the silver box. His fingers fumbled with the ribbon. He pulled the lid back, and his heart stopped. Inside, resting on a bed of white velvet, was a pair of tiny, hand-knitted blue booties and th
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