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Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN
BRUCE.When consciousness returned, it came not only with clarity but with pain — dull, throbbing, and deep in the back of my skull. My breath came out slow and measured, my instincts kicking in before awareness fully did. I blinked once then continuously, until the blur around me started to take shape. I was in a concrete cell with no windows and no exits visible, with the walls slick with condensation. A single bulb swung above me, casting erratic shadows that moved like ghosts against the damp stone.I tried to move my arms, and I winced as the metal bit into my wrists. I was bound with industrial-grade handcuffs. My jacket and tie were gone, my shirt sleeves rolled to my elbows with dirt smeared along one cuff. Someone had stripped me of both power and presentation, something I could term a form of deliberate humiliation. My shoes, though, were still on. That detail didn’t comfort me; it unsettled me more. Whoever had done this wasn’t improvising. They were sending me a message: Y
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN
FREDA.I arranged the meeting with the precision of a strategist who trusted no one. Everything—the setting, the timing, and the seating was a deliberate choice, a message disguised as hospitality. The lounge I chose was one of those places known only to people who mattered: quiet, exclusive, and expensive enough that privacy was guaranteed. It was the kind of place where even whispers cost money, and silence was part of the service.I arrived early, like I always did. Control began with good timing, and I would never give that advantage away.The room was dimly lit, the air perfumed with soft sandalwood and the faint hiss of a jazz record spinning in the background. I took my usual seat by the window, my reflection flickering against the glass. Every detail of my appearance had been curated: the pale silk blouse that caught the light just enough to suggest elegance, the dark tailored trousers that spoke of authority, the understated diamond studs that said I didn’t need to prove anyt
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN
CLARISSA.The courthouse was suffocating.Even before the session began, it pulsed with tension… whispers slithering between marble columns, journalists clutching cameras like weapons, politicians hunched together in sharp suits, trading theories in low tones. I could hear Devan’s name on every lip, threaded through every conversation like a curse and a fascination all at once.I sat in the front row, my back straight and my hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles ached. I could feel the eyes—hundreds of them—pressing into my skin. To them, I wasn’t just a woman fighting for the man I loved and cared about; I was a Montclair, the daughter of a legacy built on power, secrecy, and quiet intimidation.My lawyer sat beside me, calm and meticulous, flipping through the final notes of our argument. His confidence was unshaken. “We’ve got them,” he whispered. “Everything checks out — the timeline, the witness, the new evidence. If they play fair, this is over.”If they play fair.
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND TWELVE
DEVAN.The morning began in a silence that didn’t feel right. It wasn’t the usual hum of the prison, the clang of metal gates, the curses echoing down the halls, the dull murmur of men who had stopped believing in tomorrow. This was something else — stillness that pressed against the walls, heavy and expectant, as though the building itself was holding its breath.I woke before the guards made their rounds, sitting on the edge of my bed, my elbows on my knees, staring at the narrow band of light that seeped in through the barred window. The air smelled of bleach and rust. It was another day and another countdown to my trial.My cellmate, a thin man with a scar carved down his left cheek, spoke without looking at him. “You know it’s all decided, right?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.I turned, frowning. “What are you talking about?”“The trial,” the man said, eyes fixed on the wall. “It’s a show, always is. Verdict’s been chosen before you even walk in.”I wanted to argue, but th
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
FREDA.I hadn’t slept a wink. I hardly even slept anymore but the sight of my assistant standing hesitantly at the door of my study told me that this update, whatever it was going to be, was not routine.I dismissed the woman with a nod and unfolded the document herself. It was neatly typed, just as I liked it, but the content made me pause.“Clarissa’s legal campaign has gained momentum,” the report read. “The lawyer she hired is effective and the new evidence looks solid. The court may rule in Devan’s favor.”For a long moment, I said nothing.The faint hum of the penthouse’s ventilation was the only sound, mingling with the soft clink of her spoon as I stirred untouched coffee. Morning light slanted through the glass walls, slicing my reflection into fragments across the marble table. I leaned back slowly, crossing one leg over the other, eyes narrowing in thought. If Devan walked free, Bruce’s position would fracture. The case had been his leverage, the invisible chain keeping bot
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND TEN
BRUCE.The city had long fallen asleep behind me, and the road stretched out like a black ribbon leading nowhere. I sped down the road, my headlights slicing through mist that clung to the edges of the forest road. The letter lay open on the passenger seat — black ink on ivory paper, its words burned into my mind.Come alone. No one must know.I hadn’t told a soul, not even my most trusted men. The address had led me miles beyond the city’s edge to a forgotten manor on a hill left to rot. I kept my foot on the gas till I saw the building slowly revealing itself in the mist. The iron gates hung crooked, their hinges rusted to ruin.I stopped the car, stepping out into the cold air. The manor loomed ahead looking stone cracked, its windows hollowed out and vines swallowing what was once grandeur. Even in decay, it carried a haunting kind of authority. And the moment I saw it, my chest tightened with recognition. I had been here before, and that was years ago.The place wasn’t just a fa
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