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Chapter 88: Mind Games
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while."There was no filling up the hollowness of everything within me as the wind rustled all the trees and carried the sounds of birdsweet, somewhere off in the distance."I haven't any idea how I'm going to do things from now on," I admitted, my throat closing in. "I've spent years thinking about revenge; I've been planning to make everyone pay for what they did to you. But now... now there is Mike. And it is different. It is-," I expelled a hard breath and shook my head. "It's complicated."Silence.I looked up at the sky and at the drifting clouds that sailed lazily, thinking little of the storm brewing in me. "I don't know, Elon, if I can allow myself to even have one more thing. I don't know if I'm worthy."The words weighed down on me, but saying them out loud made them real, made fear real.For years, my life had revolved around one thing: revenge. If I opened myself up to something other than that, if I let Mike in... was I letting go my son?Before I could stop it, a single
Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 93: Confession
The silence between us lasted for a while, until one could easily hear something. The café was tranquil, and out of its low hum of conversations from other tables, a storm brewed between the two of us. Mike was on me, fingering an absent tap against the table, while his expression remained unreadable. The weight of his silence pressed against me like an unspoken challenge.Outside, evening lights flickered against the glass, tracing long shadows over his face. His jaw tightened, and his usually crisp eyes softened in some indescribable way at that moment; it wasn't pity, nor was it concern; it was something deeper, more grave.Then at last he sighed, leaning vaguely forward over the forearms resting on the table. He said, "Eleanor, I need to ask you: And you have to be truthful with me."I met his gaze, one side of my head turning slightly as I said,"Go on."He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, something unspoken hanging around in his eyes. "This plan of yours… what's gonna h
Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 92: Dirty Secrets
Over the next few days, I worked on strengthening my alliances, moving cautiously everywhere and ensuring that every decision I made was purposeful. It was easy to bring Vincent Holloway to my side: his grudge against the Alistairs went deep, and I could use his hunger for vengeance. Amelia Greaves, however, had taken a little longer. At first, she was reluctant to come to my side because she feared what the Alistairs were capable of if they found out she was working against them, but I knew what to say to her. I gave her what the Alistairs never had: acknowledgment, some semblance of justice. And when she agreed to help, she did so with quiet determination.Through them, I uncovered something far worse than I expected.There were secrets with the Alistairs like with every other great family, but this was not mere financial corruption or backdoor dealings. This was something much more personal. Years ago, Charles Alistair had been involved in a cover-up of an accident—an accident that
Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 91: Whose Downfall?
From that day, I decided to keep a laylow. I pretended to ignore Damian and act as if I were busying myself with distractions. I had signed up for golf lessons at an exclusive club—something I had no real interest in—but this was my perfect excuse to eavesdrop and sneak watch those around me. If the A-list thought I was pulling back, I wanted to sell that idea to them as much as I could.A few days after giving it some thought, I got in touch with Charles to tell him I was ready for a meeting. He didn’t seem shocked. All he would say was that this deal would benefit me with the added bonus of clearing my name so I could get back to work with my clients. That much was helpful.The day finally arrived, and I walked into the Alistair estate exuding calm and assured confidence. I dressed for the occasion in a crisp white blouse with fitted black trousers: neutral, polished, unreadable. The grand dining room looked just as I remembered it—opulent, a mere smattering of sunshine failing to w
Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 90: Caught
I absolutely knew what I was doing the moment my fingers brushed against Damian's wrist, lingering just long enough to make him tense. The air between us had been charged all night, heavy with a flavor neither of us wanted to name. But that wasn't reason enough to be here. I was here to unravel him, make him forget everything else-even if only for a moment.It had been boring, more polished smiles, more empty conversations. What made it most thrilling was how it felt to watch Damian. The sole fact that he followed me everywhere with his eyes, that his fingers tightened around his glass at every slight chuckle I offered at any other man's joke, almost made it a no-brainer to string him along."Eleanor." His voice had that warning edge, but it didn't fool me. It never had.I tilted my head and pretended to be harmless as I asked, "Something wrong?"He exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. "You know exactly what you're doing."I stepped closer, my fingers grazing the lapel of his suit. "And yo
Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 89: Seduction
I relived that thrilling night in my mind long after coming back home from the gala. The way Damian had looked at me, the way his breath had caught for just a fraction of a second - these were the moments I had been waiting for. He was still affected by me. Good. That meant I had an advantage, and I planned to use it.The soft light filtering through my curtains woke me the next morning with the faint ache of exhaustion still clinging to my limbs. A deep exhale escaped my lips, staring at the ceiling while mind-playing all the game from last night. I had taken the first step, but this was far from over. If I wanted Damian to fall into my trap, I had to make sure he came to me. I had to pull, not push.With this renewed motivation, I pushed myself towards the kitchen to brew some coffee. The rich aroma filled my apartment as I scrolled through my phone, scanning for any signs of his reaction. Nothing. No messages, no sudden calls, no desperate attempts to reach out.Of course not. Dami
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