Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced Billionaire Ex-Wife's Revenge: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

(Kalel’s POV)“Welcome, Sir Kalel. Please, come in,” one female secretary said, batting her lashes at me.I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored suit as I entered the opulent conference room. The heavy oak doors closed behind me with a soft thud, sealing me in with the power players who held the fate of Lester’s company in their hands.The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne, a fitting backdrop for the crucial meeting that is about to take place.Seated around the long, gleaming table are the shareholders—men and women with sharp eyes and sharper minds, each one calculating the potential risks and rewards of what is about to be discussed. I knew that every word, every gesture, had to be perfectly calculated. This is not just a business meeting; it is a battle for control.And I’m really good at that.I took my seat at the head of the table, my presence demanding immediate attention. I let a moment of silence linger, allowing the weight of the situation to s

(Bea’s POV)My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness. The air around me felt damp and cold, and a musty scent filled my nostrils. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness, but it’s too thick, too pitchy. Panic began to rise in my chest as I struggled to move, only to realize that my wrists are bound tightly behind my back."Where… where am I?" I whispered hoarsely, my voice echoing off the unseen walls.I glanced around, trying to see through the darkness. The last thing I remember is being taken away by the man who came out behind Madam Agnes.Did… Did she do this?Suddenly, a faint rustling sounded from the shadows, followed by the creak of an old door. I froze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The sound of footsteps approached until a figure emerged from the darkness.My eyes widened as his face began to register in my head. I know that face.His face is partially covered by the dim light of a single hanging bulb that flickers weakly overhead, but I know

(Cindy’s POV)“Make sure it’s deep enough before you bury the body. I don't want maggots sticking out,” I reminded Frank who is currently in the process of digging soil at the back of our hideout.He rolled his eyes, annoyed at the fact that I made him do all the work by himself. Frank has no guts to complain anyway. He saw how much money he could get once he followed my instructions carefully. He wouldn't dare to say no to that.I stared at the city view ahead. From here, you can see the Atlas building with its funny looking logo on top. It is the largest building in the city currently.When I found out that Camilla was the lost heir of that billionaire company, I couldn't believe it myself. She was just a loser whom I met in the club where I used to work as a waitress. She would scrub floors and toilets. Customers would be rude to her. She was a nobody.But that incident with Lester happened. It was supposed to be me.It should have been just me.[FLASHBACK]“Where…” the man muttere

(Camilla’s POV)I slightly wake up to the stinging pain radiating from my hands and feet. It feels like I’m being stretched to my breaking point, every nerve in my body screaming in protest.“Ahhh!”Suddenly, cold water slaps me fully awake, shocking my body out of unconsciousness and into sharp, disorienting pain. The world spins, blurred and upside down as I try to get my bearings.My arms feel numb, and when I try to move them, I realize why—I’m tied up, hanging by my feet like some kind of slaughtered animal.“No…” I mumble to myself, the words barely a whisper. “What the hell is this?”Panic surges through me as I strain against the ropes, but it’s no use. My heart pounds in my chest, and my breath comes in ragged gasps as the reality of my situation sinks in. I’m trapped.“Well, well, look who’s finally awake,” comes a mocking voice from somewhere in front of me.I blink, forcing my eyes to focus on the figure standing just a few feet away. Cindy. Of course it’s Cindy. She’s gri

(Camilla’s POV)[Five hours later]“She has several wounds,” a voice, calm and clinical, said. I recognized it as the doctor’s. He’s been in earlier, but I wasn't fully conscious then. I don't think I’m capable of being one right now, honestly. “But despite the severity, she’s stable. Physically, she’s going to be fine.”“What about recovery? How long will it take?” Kalel asked, his voice laced with concern.The doctor paused, and I could almost picture him glancing down at the chart in his hands, considering his response. “It’s hard to say exactly. The physical wounds will heal with time, but it’s the psychological trauma that may take longer. We’ll monitor her closely, but she’s strong. I’m confident she’ll pull through.”I swallowed hard, my throat dry and scratchy, and tried to shift slightly in bed.Pain shot through my body, a sharp reminder that I wasn’t just lying in a hospital room—I was recovering from a nightmare.The door creaks open, and I turn my head slowly, seeing Kale