Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

I woke up the morning after the engagement party to my cellphone buzzing continually.At first, I tried to ignore it; I rolled onto my side in bed, trying to squeeze out just a few more minutes of reprieve before I would get to fight the world again. But the endless vibrations continued—calls, messages, notifications exploding across the screen like fireworks.Something was wrong.I sat up, heart thrumming a wild beat as I reached for my phone. The very second I unlocked it, I saw the damage.Headlines. Social media posts. Comments. My name everywhere."Eleanor Sinclair: The Bitter Ex Who Can't Move On.""INSIDE DRAMA: Eleanor Sinclair Causes Scene at Damian & Elizabeth's Engagement Party.""Did Eleanor Plan to Ruin the Night? Witnesses Say Yes."It made my gut drop.I went through the articles, the tweets, the posts. They twisted all the events. Elizabeth had ripped me given that she did it in front of others. The slap? All of it had been twisted against me.They say I am the villain

I climbed out of the car and faced the Alistair estate. The mansion looked just as I remembered—towering, stark, and so unwelcome. Once upon a time, I had felt comfortable there, imagined my life there. But now, all it was was a monument to betrayal and broken promises.I drew a deep breath to inhale the memories threatening to surface. This was not a homecoming. It was a battlefield, and there was no way I would walk in unarmed. One more flick of adjustment to the neatness of my dress, I rolled my shoulders back and walked up to the front entrance.The butler-a stranger to me-opens the door without a word. His was an unblinkingly neutral stare; only the fraction of a second flicker of curiosity passed through the eyes. I dismissed it. My heels clicked across the marble floor as I followed him in with slow, measured steps. The same smell persisted in the house: polished wood, expensive candles, and something floral far too delicate that must be from the gigantic floral arrangements pe

The moment I set foot in the loft I called home, I released a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding since the tension from Alistair's estate was still sticking to me like a second skin. Kicking my stilettos off and ignoring the dull ache in my feet, I made my way to the kitchen. Outside, city lights cast their faint glow into my loft, which I hardly noticed, for my mind was consumed in going through every word, every look exchanged in the horrifying meeting.I needed a drink.Instead of pouring myself one, I dialed Alicia first. She picked up on the second ring.“Tell me you’re free,” I said, allowing my exhaustion to show in my voice.“For you? Always,” she replied. “What’s up?”“Can you come over? I need a night out.”“Uh-oh. That bad?”“That bad.”“I’m in. I’ll text Abby. What about Mike?”I sighed. “He’s at the hospital. Night shift.”Alicia clicked her tongue. “Damn. Alright, just us girls then. Be there in thirty.”By the time Alicia and Abby arrived, I had changed alr

The morning after the bar, I woke up with a dull ache behind my eyes and coffee on my lips. I blinked up at the ceiling of my loft, trying to remember everything about last night: the dancing, Mike's hands on my waist, his voice in my ear, the pounding of my heart as he whispered he'd missed me. From there, the memories returned of our quiet drive to the coffee shop, with my hands warming around a paper cup while Mike sat across from me, brow furrowed in that way he always did when he was worried."I don't like this, El," he had said, clanking the spoon in his cup. "You don't have to see Damian again."I had given him a small, knowing smile. "You see, Mike, this isn't about wanting him back. It's about taking back control."His jaw had tightened. "There are... other ways to do that.""Not for me."He sighed, shook his head. "I just don't want to see you get hurt again.""I won't."It was the same words I'd told Alicia and Abby, and I almost believed it.Now, sitting on the edge of my

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