LOGINShare
CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY
Last Updated:
2025-10-29 17:12:10
Latest chapter
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND SEVEN
CLARISSA.The house smelled faintly of antiseptic and old wood, a strange mixture that reminded me of hospitals and home at the same time. Outside, the city thrummed quietly, indifferent to the chaos that had unfolded over the last few days. Inside, the quiet was deliberate, almost protective, a fragile bubble that felt both safe and unbearably temporary.I lay against Devan, his arms wrapped around me in a hold that spoke more than words ever could. His chest rose and fell against my back, steady and warm, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, I allowed myself to simply breathe. The adrenaline that had kept me sharp, tense, alive, finally began to ease off, leaving behind a raw ache I hadn’t realized I was carrying.Devan pulled back slightly, just enough that I could see the lines of worry etched into his face. “Clarissa…” he murmured, voice low, hesitant. His dark eyes searched mine, as though trying to read the exact shape of my soul. “I… I should’ve been there sooner. I
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND SIX
CLARISSA.The city felt smaller now, though it hadn’t changed. The streets, the towering glass facades, and the relentless hum of traffic all seemed to pulse with a quieter rhythm, a rhythm that existed only because the chaos of the past weeks had been contained, at least in public.I sat near the front of the lobby, the polished marble beneath my hands cold and firm, trying to reconcile the absurdity of the moment. Cameras flashed incessantly, journalists whispered into microphones, and a dozen screens broadcast live feeds of the press conference across the city. Bruce stood at the podium like a figure carved from charisma itself, commanding the room with a fluid confidence that made me both admire and question him.Devan’s hand rested lightly on my back, grounding me. I felt the reassurance radiating from him, a silent anchor in a world that suddenly seemed performative, artificial, and dangerous all at once. He leaned slightly forward, following Bruce’s words with that meticulous a
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND FIVE
BRUCE.The acrid bite of gunpowder still lingered in the air, clinging to my clothes, filling my lungs with every ragged breath. It mixed with the metallic tang of Antonio’s blood, sharp and bitter, and for a moment, the sensory overload made me question whether I was alive or merely moving through some surreal aftermath. His body lay sprawled across the concrete floor, still and absolute, a final punctuation mark on the chaos he had orchestrated for so long.I lowered my weapon slowly, my hand steady but my chest hollow. I felt no surge of triumph, no sense of victory. The moment we had all risked everything for, the end of Antonio’s reign and the destruction of the Cloak, felt emptier than I expected. No satisfaction swelled inside me, no euphoria to validate the relentless planning, the near misses, the nights spent awake calculating every risk. It was just emptiness, and the quiet weight of knowing the world hadn’t changed; only its threat had been removed.Clarissa moved past me
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND FOUR
CLARISSA.The night pressed down like a weight, thick and suffocating, as we moved through the abandoned warehouse. Every step echoed against the concrete walls, a reminder that even empty spaces could betray you if you weren’t careful. We had cobbled together an alliance forged in necessity and though old grudges simmered beneath the surface, we all understood one thing: Antonio, and the Cloak, had to end tonight.We set the plan in motion with precise timing. My father, reluctantly agreeing, took the bait. He carried the moral weight of our trap without protest, aware of the stakes even as guilt clung to him like a second skin. The “moral loophole” he had once dismissed as minor was now the lever we needed. Antonio’s obsession with control would lead him right into it.Devan had been working feverishly to manipulate the remaining threads of the Cloak’s network. The chaos Isabella had unleashed had given us a small window, a temporary blind spot in Antonio’s otherwise omniscient surv
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND THREE
CLARISSA.Devan arrived in less than fifteen minutes, which told me everything before he even stepped inside.He didn’t knock. He used the code I had given him weeks back when we returned and came in already moving, his eyes scanning corners, windows, the hallway that led deeper into the house. He stopped only when he saw Isabella properly, barefoot, wrapped in one of my throws, her hair still damp with sweat and rain, her knuckles scraped raw like she had fought the night itself to get here.Something tightened in his jaw.“Tell me again,” he said calmly, but I knew him well enough now to hear the strain beneath it. “Start with what you touched.”Isabella swallowed. She didn’t look at me when she spoke. She looked at him, like this was easier if it stayed technical and contained.“I crippled the predictive layer,” she said. “Not the data itself. The assumptions. The feedback loops that let the Cloak correct itself in real time. I fed small amounts of noise into its communication core
Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND TWO
CLARISSA.Weeks later, we were back at the house, safe and away from the pangs of Anthonio and the Cloak. The house was quiet in the way only late nights ever are, not peaceful exactly, just paused.I was sitting on the couch with my feet tucked beneath me, one hand absently resting against my stomach, the other holding a mug of tea I had reheated twice and still forgotten to drink. The lights were dim. The city beyond the windows hummed at a distance, softened by the glass walls of the house. For once, nothing was demanding my attention. There were no emergency calls, no meetings bleeding into one another, no whispered threats hiding in polite conversations.I had been thinking about how strange it was to feel stable again.The company was steady. My father, for all his silences, had stopped unraveling in front of me. Even Bruce had gone quiet lately, as if whatever calculations he had been running had shifted into a holding pattern. And the baby… the baby was a constant, grounding p
You may also like
Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn't Easy
Inked Snow3.3M viewsDear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!
RaeV646.7K viewsA Life Debt Repaid
Cheng Xiaocheng1.1M viewsThe Untouchable Ex-Wife
Mizuki Sei2.6M viewsA Hot Night After Divorce
Nats 68 viewsLet me love you, Mr CEO
K.noir74 viewsA Thousand Orgasms: Erotica Collection
Nita Writes300 viewsAll Yours, Professor
Night Owl107 views
