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Chapter ninety five

作者: Joy Uwaka
last update 公開日: 2026-06-13 00:28:00

"Go back to your room," Evelyn spoke, her voice dropping into a quiet, menacing register that made the hair on Beatrice's neck stand up.

She stood in the center of the grand foyer, looking like an ancient, unforgiving queen carved from white marble. Her pristine ivory tweed suit was immaculate, her South Sea pearls resting undisturbed against her collarbone, but her face was a mask of pure, freezing rage. She did not look at the heavy double doors. She did not look toward
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  • DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine    Chapter ninety five

    "Go back to your room," Evelyn spoke, her voice dropping into a quiet, menacing register that made the hair on Beatrice's neck stand up. She stood in the center of the grand foyer, looking like an ancient, unforgiving queen carved from white marble. Her pristine ivory tweed suit was immaculate, her South Sea pearls resting undisturbed against her collarbone, but her face was a mask of pure, freezing rage. She did not look at the heavy double doors. She did not look toward the rain-swept driveway where her only son had just been loaded into a federal vehicle like a common criminal. Instead, her icy blue eyes remained locked on Silas and Beatrice Vance, who were still huddled together near the entrance of the east wing like a pair of damp, forgotten gargoyles. "Evelyn, please" Silas began, his voice hoarse and cracking as he made a pathetic, desperate attempt to salvage whatever dignity he had left. "Do not speak to me, Silas," Evelyn cut him o

  • DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine    Chapter ninety four

    The violent, red-and-blue strobe of the police cruisers sliced through the frosted glass of the Vane mansion foyer, painting the pristine marble walls in a chaotic, rhythmic pulse. The high-society quiet of the estate was utterly shattered. Outside, the gravel driveway was crowded with unmarked federal sedans and state police vehicles, their engines idling in a low, rumbling chorus that sounded like a mechanical beast waiting to swallow the house whole.Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating.Evelyn Vane stood frozen, her hand suspended inches from her pearls, her cold, calculated composure fracturing as the heavy oak doors were pushed open. Charlie, already hyperventilating, grabbed the back of a velvet armchair to steady his shaking knees. Lydia backed slowly into the shadow of the staircase, her chest heaving, her dilated eyes darting frantically toward the service exit.Five law enforcement officers, led by a stern federal investigator in a dark overcoat, strode into the grand foy

  • DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine    Chapter ninety three

    (The Vane’s Mansion)The violent, lashing storm of the night had finally wept itself dry, leaving behind a sharp, cold autumn morning. As the morning sun rose over the manicured hedges of the Vane estate, its weak, golden light caught the lingering puddles on the driveway, turning the gravel paths into shimmering, fractured mirrors. But inside the mansion, there was no warmth to be found. The air was frozen, heavy with the quiet, electrical charge of a bomb waiting for its fuse to spark.Charlie woke up with a violent jerk, his chest heaving, his body drenched in a cold, anxious sweat. He had barely slept, his mind haunted by nightmares of red stock charts, margin calls, and his mother’s icy, final threats on the phone. He reached out to rub his face, his hand shaking so badly he could barely control his fingers.Suddenly, the high-priority chime of the estate's security gate console broke the silence of the bedroom, ringing out with a sharp, demanding tone.Charlie scrambled out of b

  • DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine    Chapter ninety two

    The high-end diagnostic console in Tyler’s secure tech suite hummed, its cool blue lights reflecting off the polished white quartz of the counter. Elara stood close, her eyes locked on the sleek, metallic drive that Tyler had just slotted into the terminal. Beside them, Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, her face tense as she prepared to monitor the decryption sequence.For a second, the screen remained black. Then, a single, thin green line cut horizontally across the monitor, attempting to map the directory of the titanium drive.But instead of loading the promised forgery codes, the legal ledgers, or the transaction routing numbers, the system suddenly locked up. The soft blue interface of the terminal turned a harsh, flashing amber.An aggressive, bold red text splashed across the center of the display, blinking with a deafening digital frequency.⁠WARNING. WARNING. WARNING.⁠Tyler’s brow furrowed, his hand immediately moving closer to his sidear

  • DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine    Chapter ninety one

    Elara POV The red warning light on Sarah’s tablet pulsed in the dim penthouse living room, casting a rhythmic, bloody glow across Tyler’s hardened face. In an instant, the peaceful warmth of the afternoon with Leo was completely obliterated, replaced by the cold, lethal instincts of a military-trained security detail.Tyler didn't hesitate. He pulled a sleek, matte-black handgun from his shoulder holster, his thumb instantly flicking off the safety with a metallic click that made Sarah gasp. He gestured toward the nursery hallway, his voice a low, commanding whisper."Sarah, get back to the nursery. Lock the door. If a single pane of glass breaks, you take Leo into the panic room and you don't come out until you hear my voice. Go."Sarah nodded frantically, her tablet clutched to her chest as she sprinted down the corridor, her bare feet silent on the plush rug. Tyler turned to Elara, his hand wrapping gently but firmly around her wrist, pulling her back behind the structural concret

  • DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine    Chapter ninety

    The heavy silence of the bedroom was instantly torn apart by Beatrice’s words, leaving the air thick with a toxic, trembling tension. The single lamp on the nightstand cast long, skeletal shadows across the walls, framing the three of them like actors in a grim, low-lit tragedy.Beatrice stood up from the bed, her silk nightgown rustling as she stepped directly into Lydia’s personal space. Her face was flushed with a mixture of raw humiliation and maternal fury. She looked at the daughter she had polished, protected, and weaponized, realizing that the creation had finally outgrown the creators in the most monstrous way possible."Lydia, we didn’t raise you to become worse and greedy even to your own parents," Beatrice spat, her voice trembling but sharp enough to slice through the heavy chemical fog in Lydia’s brain. "We started this plans together, and now… now you treat us like stray dogs in the house we helped you steal? We forged the documents. We covered your track

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