All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Revenge Plan.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

James's POVI'd been running non-stop since the latest news at Bhutan. The more I thought I'd seen the worst of it, a new level of conspiracy would be revealed. Then I was off to Milan to see someone I hadn't considered in years I could ever work with again…Leonardo Rinaldi, my former arch rival in the tech field. He had been notorious for his brutal tactics and unyielding drive, but recently, things had taken a different turn. It was whispered that Leonardo had come clean and was now employing his talents to fight against the same conspiracies that were plaguing our ventures. I found myself at a modest, busy café near Milan's financial district, my heart pounding with anticipation. I spotted Leonardo at a table in the corner of the café, his eyes scanning the room as if he still guarded it. As I approached him, he lifted his head and nodded brusquely."James," he said, holding out his hand. "It's been a while.""Leonardo," I replied, firmly shaking his hand. "I appreciate you agreein

Kylie's POVThe morning was abnormally quiet in my office—a far cry from the crazy days we'd been living. I was at my desk, with papers and screens displaying various financial reports surrounding me. Even as the sun filtered in through the window, the air was heavy with tension that wasn't verbalized. Today, I knew, was the day we would be exposed to a big weakness in our system.I called a special meeting of my executive team. I needed unambiguous answers and tighter controls. My advisers arrived one at a time. My chief finance officer, Michael, took his seat, then operations' Sarah, IT's Mark, and a few others whose names I had implicitly believed in.Good morning, everybody," I began, my voice firm but polite. "Thanks for arriving so quickly on such short notice. We're here to talk some things over with you about our internal watchdog and, quite simply, our financial irregularities in recent times."There was commotion around the table. Michael leaned forward on his chair. "Kylie,

Jackson’s POVI sat at my workstation in the dim light of the early morning, still buzzing from the adrenaline of my previous investigation. My eyes were fixed on the cryptic trail of the offshore account—Account X12—that I had been tracing for days now. I knew the stakes were enormous. This account wasn’t just a channel for enemy funding; it was our clue to unravel a conspiracy that might include unexpected allies right within Bhutan’s own circles.I opened the encryption software and began running a new series of queries on the latest batch of transaction logs. The numbers and codes flashed across the screen, and I muttered, “Come on, come on… give me something useful.”Minutes turned into what felt like hours as I meticulously decoded each string. Then, I caught sight of an alphanumeric sequence that repeated with frustrating regularity: “BX-47.” My pulse quickened. I keyed in the command to cross-reference the code with our internal database. The results came in instantly—a list o

James's POVI sat in a secure, dark room in our foreign safe office when my phone rang. The secure channel had been providing me with real-time foreign intelligence, and I realized that time was of the essence. I picked up the call immediately."James," a whispered voice on the phone—a reliable global source code-named Victor. His voice was urgent, and I knew that something big was about to drop."Victor, what's going on?" I quietly asked, forward leaning so no one could possibly hear our talk."There's a very large financial exchange that's due to take place in the course of the next few hours," Victor explained, his voice low and even. "I mean a tipping point in their operation. They're transferring a gargantuan amount from a shell company directly associated with the enemy's network."My heart was racing. "How big are we talking?" I asked, trying to maintain a level head. This was the kind of intel that we needed to change the game.Hundreds of millions, James. Enough to change mar

Kylie's POVI sat in my office late one evening, the rumble of the city far off in the distance a dull hum to my mind. It was quiet, and that gave the tempest brewing inside of me leave to come to the forefront. I'd been fighting for so long…fighting against betrayals, plots, assaults from the outside world that I'd nearly forgotten why I'd begun to start with. Tonight, I knew that I had to regain my own agenda. I was constantly reminding myself that I was not doing it for the company; I was doing it for the employees, for Bhutanese culture, and for all those people who were dreaming about our future.I thrust my hand into my pocket, retrieved my cell, dialed a number, and phoned my close friend Ravi, one of my consultants. The moment he answered, I rang out in a loud tone, "Ravi, it's Kylie. I need to speak with you…I have to see you after work." "Okay, Kylie. I'm free. I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said.Within minutes, I had located him in a corner in the lounge of the offi