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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND ONE
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Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR
BRUCE.The second my boots hit solid pavement and the roar of the collapsing building dimmed behind us, something in me cracked, like a fault line shifting under pressure. I didn’t wait for the others. I couldn’t. If I stayed another second in that cloud of dust and screams, I knew I would break, so I walked fast, head down, my hands stiff at my sides. Every step sent another small puff of grime falling off my clothes, as if the nightmare was refusing to let go of me.I heard the sound of footsteps following me, light but steady. It was Freda. She didn’t say anything, and she didn’t have to. She never pushed, never needled, never demanded words from me I didn’t have. She just stayed close enough to catch me if I fell, far enough not to make me feel cornered. Her silence fit mine: ugly and aching, but matching all the same.The night air hit my face cold, but inside me, everything felt scorched. My lungs still held the taste of smoke
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE
CLARISSA.We stumbled out of the collapsing building like a procession of half-formed ghosts, moving on instinct rather than strength. It felt as if we had been spit out rather than rescued, thrown from the darkness into a world too bright, too open. Smoke clung to my clothes like a second skin, filling my lungs even as I gasped for fresh air. Dust coated my tongue, turning every swallow into a scrape as my ears rang with the echo of crumbling steel and snapping concrete.My legs wobbled beneath me, rubbery and trembling, but I forced myself to turn back toward the grotesque pile that used to be a building; a structure that had swallowed hours of our lives little by little and then, in its final act, tried to swallow us whole. My eyes darted from slab to slab, searching, refusing to accept the truth forming at the edges of her mind.Antonio wasn’t there. There was no single silhouette of him, not even a shadow pinned beneath the ruin. All I could see was j
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-TWO
CLARISSA.The first breath of open air hit me like a slap, too sharp and too cold after the burning metal stench of the collapsing tunnels. It tasted wrong on my tongue, and it made my lungs ache. I doubled forward, coughing until spots of light burst behind my eyelids. Dust still clung everywhere: in my throat, along my eyelashes, in the cracks of my chapped lips. It felt as though the underground was still inside me, refusing to let go.We stumbled into an open field, or what used to be one. The moonlight showed long patches of dead grass, and the ground cracked from years of neglect. Behind us, the earth trembled again, releasing a groan so deep it vibrated through my ribs. The entire lair was sinking, folding into itself, disappearing like a dying beast trying to swallow its own bones.I blinked through the blur and counted the silhouettes around me. Devan. Freda. Bruce. Marcus, slumped heavily between them. Four. Just four. My chest tightened.I turn
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE
BRUCE. My instincts didn’t just rise the moment the ground convulsed under my feet, it detonated. The tremor shot up my legs, rattling through my bones, and before thought could even form, I lunged.Antonio barely had time to turn. I tackled him with the full weight of a man's hours of unresolved fury. We slammed into the metal flooring, dust exploding around us in a choking cloud. The ceiling screamed overhead, sheets of steel peeling away like paper. But I didn’t hear any of it. All I heard was Antonio’s breath hitching beneath me, the small, sharp sounds of a man losing control for the first time.I drove my elbow into Antonio’s ribs, pinning him by sheer force, my teeth gritted so hard that pain shot up my jaw. This wasn't me trying to be strategic; it was something that lived deeper than words, the impulse to end the threat before it could rise again.Antonio writhed, grabbing for leverage, but I slammed him back down, our bodies rolling through debris that cut into my skin.“St
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY
CLARISSA.The world narrowed to a single blinding point the moment I saw my father tied to that chair. He sat beneath a stark overhead light that carved every line of strain into his face, his wrists bound so tightly the ropes buried themselves into the skin. The others shouted my name, but their voices sounded like they were coming from somewhere far behind thick glass.I didn’t care. I ran.My knees hit the concrete as I skidded to a halt beside him. “Dad—Dad, look at me,” I whispered, grabbing his face as if I could anchor him back into reality. His eyes fluttered open, raw with pain but still trying, always trying, to protect me.“Clarissa—don’t—” he rasped, tugging weakly against the ropes. “It’s not safe—”But I already had my hands on the knots, tugging, clawing, and shaking them with urgency. “I’m not leaving you,” I muttered, my teeth clenched.
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE
ANTONIO.I hadn’t tied Marcus to the chair for the sake of a spectacle. Making a spectacle was for amateurs, for sadists, for people who confused brutality for brilliance. I did not need to spill blood to orchestrate a collapse. Pain was messy.But removal?Removal was elegant.Everyone else and everything centered at Marcus, the quiet axis they spun around without ever acknowledging it. Clarissa looked to him for moral grounding. Bruce deferred to him without realizing it, and so was the case with everyone else in their individual ways. Removing Marcus was like removing the center pole of a tent, and I wanted to watch how fast it collapsed.The spotlight overhead buzzed faintly, turning Marcus into a silhouette of stillness and restraint. His head hung slightly, his wrists tied but not painfully, his ankles secured in a way that prevented movement but allowed circulation. He could breathe. He could think. He could speak if he chose to.
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