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Chapter sixty one

Auteur: Joy Uwaka
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-17 00:03:26

The scent of expensive rain and ozone hung in the air of Elara’s top floor office. The city stretched out below them, a grid of lights that Elara was slowly beginning to own, piece by agonizing piece. She sat behind her desk, her posture perfect, her expression a mask of cool, professional detachment. But when Tyler walked in, the mask softened just enough to show the weariness underneath.

Tyler didn't sit. He paced the length of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his shoulders tense, his hands shov
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  • DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine    Chapter seventy five

    The digital hum of the server racks in the adjacent tech suite seemed to vibrate through the floor of Elara's private office. Sarah stepped back into the room, her expression a mix of professional precision and deep, analytical worry. She had spent the last hour personally overseeing the deployment of the biometric scanning protocols, checking the firewalls, and verifying the digital perimeter of the Grand Metropolitan."The security sweep is complete," Sarah informed Elara, her voice dropping into a quiet, serious tone. "According to our systems, everything is perfectly normal. The guest registry is solid, the credentials are all authenticating without a single error, and the foreign press codes Charlie requested are linked to legitimate, active media outlets. There isn't a single red flag on the digital side. But..." She paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the crumpled note still sitting on the mahogany desk. "I suspect something is very, very wrong. For them to h

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

    The morning sun cut through the towering glass spires of Manhattan, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished white marble of Elara’s private office. It was a bright, deceptively calm morning, but inside the high rise suite, the atmosphere was thick with the electric tension of the final countdown. Only 6 days remained until the grand gala at the Grand Metropolitan.Elara sat at her desk, her fingers tracing the edge of a porcelain mug, her eyes staring blankly at the legal documents scattered before her. Though her corporate victory was practically sealed on paper, a cold, persistent dread had taken root in the pit of her stomach. Tyler stood near the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his low, authoritative voice murmuring instructions to his lead security analyst.The quiet room was broken by a soft knock on the double glass doors. Sarah stepped inside, carrying a heavy, oversized envelope made of textured black parchment, sealed with a thick drop of gol

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

    The formal living room of the Vane mansion had been transformed into a cold, brightly lit stage. Charlie paced the Persian rug, his shadows stretching long and dramatic against the wood-paneled walls, looking like a manic director blocking out the final scene of a tragedy. His face was flushed with a terrifying, celebratory high, his hands slicing through the air as he rehearsed the exact sequence of events for the gala.Lydia sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The cold, sick weight of the whiskey and the fading sedatives made her head throb with a vicious, rhythmic pulse. Every time Charlie shouted his lines, a spike of physical pain shot behind her eyes. Her skin was clammy under her silk robe, her breath coming in shallow, guarded hitches. She had to keep the mask on. She had to play the devoted, supportive wife, even as the walls of her own elaborate lies seemed to be closing in to crush her."No, no, Lydia," Charlie barked, stopping his paci

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

    Silas stumbled back into the bedroom of the east wing like a man who had been hollowed out from the inside. His breathing was shallow, his lips trembling, and the tears of absolute, crushing humiliation were streaming freely down his wrinkled cheeks. He didn't even have the strength to close the heavy oak door; he simply collapsed onto the chaise lounge, his hands covering his face as his shoulders shook with violent, ragged sobs. He was crying like a baby, his chest heaving with the realization that his own flesh and blood had stripped him of every last shred of dignity in front of the people hired to wash his floors.Beatrice had been standing by the window, watching the rain beat against the glass, but she had heard the screaming from the dining room. She had watched through the crack in the door as Lydia raged like a rabid animal, her eyes wide, her speech slurred but vicious.And in that moment, Beatrice realized the terrifying truth: Lydia was completely out of her mind on drugs

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

    The cold, unforgiving reality of her situation hit Lydia the exact moment the chemical warmth of the sedatives finally drained from her bloodstream. She woke up shivering in the center of her massive bed, her skin clammy and her mouth tasting like copper and ash. The beautiful, invincible fog that had kept her fears at bay was completely gone, leaving her raw, exposed, and utterly terrified.She sat up, clutching her head as a sharp, throbbing pain bloomed behind her eyes. Demn it, the headache was blinding. But far worse than the physical withdrawal was the sudden, suffocating realization that began to claw its way through her chest.Her plan her perfect, brilliant, million-dollar plan was built on a foundation of absolute sand."F**k," Lydia whispered, her voice a dry, ragged gasp in the quiet of her empty bedroom.She began to pace, her bare feet pressing cold against the hardwood floor. Elena. She had put their entire future, their survival, and the Vane inh

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