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CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND FOUR

Author: Authoresstreasure
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-24 00:46:36

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
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  • Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back   CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE

    CLARISSA.I had begun to move with an even more deliberate slowness, not just because of the weight of my belly, but because haste felt dangerous now. Every step echoed too loudly in my head, and every decision seemed capable of splintering the fragile future I carried inside me.My hands rested instinctively over the curve of my stomach as I crossed the wide hallway, feeling the faint, reassuring pressure of life beneath my palms. Round. Heavy. Real. The baby had become my anchor, the one thing that pulled me back whenever fear threatened to drown me. Each flutter, each subtle shift beneath my skin, reminded me that this war wasn’t abstract anymore. It had a heartbeat.The birth month loomed closer with every sunrise, and with it came a strange fluster of emotions; fierce anticipation braided tightly with gnawing dread. I imagined holding my child for the first time, memorizing the weight, the warmth, the proof that something good could still survive all this darkness. Then the anxie

  • Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back   CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO

    BRUCE.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse office, the city spread beneath me like a conquered territory. Numbers scrolled silently on the tablet in my hand: market dips, forced liquidations, emergency board meetings. Devan was scrambling. I could almost see him hunched over his screens, chasing vanishing margins, burning through favors that no longer answered his calls. His desperation was elegant in its predictability.Marcus fared no better. His empire, once held together by legacy and reputation, was cracking along fault lines I had mapped years ago. A withdrawn partner here, a regulatory audit there. There was nothing really dramatic, just enough pressure to make the structure groan.And Clarissa. I smiled widely to myself at the thought of her. She was the most satisfying of them all, not because she was weak but because she still believed strength came from restraint. She was cornered now. I could feel it. People always move differently when they are cornere

  • Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back   CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE

    CLARISSA.The silence that followed Freda’s suggestion felt heavier than any sound. It pressed against my chest until breathing became laborious and painful. I sat there with my hands folded over my stomach, as if I could shield my unborn child from the words still hanging in the air. A setup. A trap. A situation designed to force Bruce to kill, openly and undeniably.I wanted to reject it immediately. I should have. The old version of me would have stood up, furious, horrified, and ended the conversation right there. But that woman felt like someone I had buried along the way, another casualty of Bruce’s war.I looked at Devan first. His shoulders were slumped in a way I had never seen before, the sharp confidence that once defined him dulled by exhaustion and loss. His eyes met mine briefly, then drifted away, as if he couldn’t bear to let me see how close he was to breaking. Our accounts were bleeding. His companies, built over the years, were being dismantled in weeks. And no matt

  • Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back   CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND TWENTY

    CLARISSA.I stood there in the room, my arms folded tight across my chest, staring at the wall of screens. This space, once alive with strategy, with late-night breakthroughs and cautious hope, now felt like a mausoleum for failed plans. The air was stale, heavy with the quiet knowledge that everything we had tried had changed nothing.Bruce’s face filled the largest screen. Perfect lighting. Relaxed smile. That familiar, infuriating ease.“Visionary CEO Announces New Global Initiative…”“Blake Expands Empire Amid Market Turbulence…” “An Era of Innovation and Stability…”I swallowed hard. The world saw a savior, a builder, a man who spoke about “ethical growth” and “long-term impact” while sipping champagne in glass towers. I saw the man who had tried to kill me. The man who had stood on a rooftop and watched my fingers slip, my body shaking, my unborn child hanging over empty air.Isabella paced behind me, barefoot despite the cold floor, her steps sharp with barely contained fury.

  • Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back   CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

    BRUCE.Alexandro’s office was designed to make a point without ever raising its voice. Glass walls overlooked a city that bent itself toward money, steel, and silence. The desk between us was sculpted from a single slab of obsidian-black stone, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected power at anyone foolish enough to doubt it. There were no personal photos, no indulgent clutter. Everything here existed to signal permanence.Control. I liked that about him.Alexandro sat opposite me spine straight, his hands folded loosely as if he were attending a lecture instead of deciding the economic fate of someone else’s empire. His expression never wavered. He didn’t fidget, didn’t rush, didn’t perform. Men like him didn’t need to announce authority. It radiated.We didn’t waste time with pleasantries. A holographic display hovered between us, columns of data cascading in muted blues and reds. Markets collapsing. Credit lines are tightening. Strategic acquisitions were delayed “pending review

  • Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back   CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN

    DEVAN.The moment Alexandro’s name crystallized on my screen, something in me fractured. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was a quiet, internal snap, the kind you don’t feel until you realize you can no longer put yourself back together the way you were before.Up until then, the attacks had felt like an elaborate puzzle. Brutal and infuriating. But puzzles were my domain. Markets moved for reasons. Systems failed because of variables. Even sabotage followed patterns. I had told myself that if I stared long enough, ran enough simulations, pushed enough countermeasures, I would find the seam, the weakness. Now I understand the truth. There was no seam.My monitors glowed in the half-dark of the study, numbers scrolling too fast to fully process, red bleeding into red. Losses stacked atop losses: accounts frozen in Singapore, a fund collapsing in Zurich, a merger imploding hours before final signatures. Every alert felt like a small, precise cut. T

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