Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

GENERAL POVThe afternoon sun started to dip down.Nathan and Owen arrived at Thompson’s hospital accompanied by about six police vans.Their father’s call had come to them not too long ago, informing them of everything going over there and the necessary action they were to take.And on their arrival, just like they had been told. There was indeed chaos waiting at its entrance.A sea of protesters swarmed outside, waving a wild array of colored placards, their chants rising and falling in a show of defiance and discontent. Their sister’s name is written boldly on a number of them.The air was thick with tension as police sirens wailed through the expansive vicinity, the convoy cutting through the crowd. The tires screeched as the vehicles came to a halt. The exhaust pipes are releasing smoke.Nathan and Owen leaped first, followed by tens of uniformed officers pouring from the vans, moving with swift precision."Clear them out." Nathan barked, his voice slicing through the noise. Hi

ISABELLA POVThe ride into town felt like a breath of fresh air. The farther we drove, the more exhilarated I felt.Through the window, the sun added to the glow of the streets, and I let the breeze carry my thoughts away, watching as the scenery transformed gradually from open roads to bustling streets.When we finally reached the town, it was like stepping into another world; it was so lively and full of energy. The devoted vendors lined the sidewalks, their voices rising over the chatter of tourists and locals. Groups of school-aged children darted between people, laughter echoing as they played, while couples strolled hand in hand. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with the lightness of the moment.I glanced at Michael, who seemed just as absorbed in the scene as I was."This place is heaven," he murmured.I nodded so much more quickly, watching his hairy hands rest casually on the steering wheel."Yeah, I can see why you wanted this trip."In the minutes after, we p

GENERAL POVOwen's fingers moved rhythmically over the keyboard, and his eyes focused on the screen as lines of text filled the page. Then, after some time and ever so gradually, the rhythm started to falter. His pace was slowing down, and his gaze began to drift away from the computer screen.There was this small smile that started to play on his face, a subtle shift from the concentration he had held moments before. And the image behind all that was one person—Claire.It was her again. The third time today, in fact, that she had invaded his thoughts. He couldn't help it; there was something about her—her sharp wit, the way her intelligence commanded attention without effort, and the quiet elegance with which she carried herself.She wasn't just beautiful; she carried herself with the kind of confidence that made everyone around her stand a little straighter.That quality in women was rare.Owen's mind wandered further, recalling the way she would challenge his ideas with that k

(GENERAL POV)That afternoon, the Howard family gathered in the grand living room of Grandpa Howard’s estate.At the head of the table, Grandpa was sitting, scanning the faces of everyone at the table, then slowly and steadily his focus was balanced solely on the vacant chair opposite him, where Michael was used to sitting during their meetings.Except that today he wasn't around; he was still away enjoying his vacation with his wife to be, Isabella.But nevertheless, the chair seemed to remind the old man of the exploits of his industrious grandson.Today, as of recent, he seemed especially proud and happy, considering all they have achieved so far in the company, from numerous products selling out to explosive contract bids now coming their way, twice that of the previous.Grandpa’s voice bore a mix of authority and pride when he spoke.“Well, I don’t need to tell all of you how far we’ve come,” he started, a glint of satisfaction lighting his eyes. “And I dare say, much of that su

NATHAN’S POVIt was Saturday, and I found myself pacing around my new apartment, but no amount of comfort from its wide space and exclusive decor could calm down the chaos inside me.The apartment was two- bedrooms with high ceilings and large windows that offered a clear view of the neighborhood and of nature.Coming here was supposed to bring me peace. After all, I had moved out of my parents' house for space….mental space. Yet, here I was, wearing a loose T-shirt and jeans, trying to relax on the sleek, gray couch, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. The new sense of independence didn’t bring clarity. If anything, it just amplified the questions swirling in my mind.And at the center of this chaos was Lilian.We had agreed to stay friends... just friends. But the truth was, I wasn’t sure if I had actually agreed.I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.It was like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing the jump would be terrifying but also unable to stay where I was.Then, to make m