The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

BLAKE'S POVHow we planned for the night to go wasn't how it went.Lydia and I attended an event at one of the Valmont subsidiaries. To be honest, Lydia didn't want to come, but I insisted she join me so that we could both apologise for our wrongdoings, and I could try to get my contract back. When I saw Nichole that night, I felt a twinge of regret inside me.I shouldn't have listened to Lydia.Lydia kept saying that she had a plan, but it's been almost a week since Nichole took her place as the rightful heir to the Valmont empire.She looked beautiful as ever standing up there. We watched as she came down. I scanned the area for the bodyguard Adrian—no, he's not a bodyguard, but he behaves like one.Being all protective and all. I wonder what his deal is.The moment I noticed they were far apart, I approached her."Here's my chance," I muttered, rubbing my palms together.Lydia stayed by my side, grumbling and giving me every reason not to approach Nichole, but I didn't listen. I c

BLAKE'S POVShe tapped the couch beside her gently, beckoning me to sit. I hesitated at first, but she insisted.I sat down on the couch reluctantly."Why are you—""Hush now, Blake. It's almost time," she said almost in a whisper.At exactly ten minutes past eight, a headline came up.Boldly written in capital letters:'HEIRESS OF THE VALMONT EMPIRE CAUGHT IN A VIDEO ORDERING NEW FIANCÉ TO BEAT UP EX-HUSBAND'Reporter: "It is no news that ever since the death of the late chairman Leonardo Valmont, his daughter Nichole Valmont has risen as the new chairman of the global conglomerate. It is also no news that the Valmont Empire ranks as number one—the leading company."I picked up the TV remote to increase the volume.Reporter: "Two weeks ago, during Ms. Nichole Valmont's announcement to the world, there was a little display at the conference where her ex-husband showed up. Now, information getting to us from reliable sources says that all deals Blake Williams Hamilton made with the lat

NICHOLE'S POVI stood in front of my father's portrait hung up in the main living room.We had two living rooms—the main one is where we receive guests, while the other is where we stay together as a family.The other living room was where everyone was when the news was airing.The mansion was built in such a spectacular way. There is a staircase in the family living room that leads to the main living room."Dad, why did you have to go?" I said, tears rolling down my cheeks.I had left the midst of everyone with an excuse of going to use the bathroom, but really I just wanted to cry my eyes out.The load was becoming too heavy for me to bear.I didn't want anyone seeing me crying, most especially Adrian. I don't know why, but I just don't like to appear weak in front of him. Maybe because of what I had gone through at the hands of Blake, so my guard was always up.Or maybe it's just something else."Dad, I need help. I don't know what to do," I muttered.'What are you doing, Nichole?'

NICHOLE'S POVEveryone in the living room looked surprised. We all knew what Blake's voice sounded like, but the voice coming from the phone speaker wasn't Blake's.Actually, it didn't sound like anyone we knew. It sounded like someone had changed their voice on purpose—weird, different, almost like a robot. Like those scary movie voices when the bad guy calls to make threats."Ms. Valmont," the voice kept talking, saying each word carefully through what was clearly some kind of voice changing technology. "I hope you've been watching the news."I looked around the room. Adrian sat stiff next to me, his jaw tight. Mom was sitting on the edge of her chair, holding the sides so hard her hands were white. Thompson stood by the door, looking worried instead of his usual calm self. Behind him, Mom's butler Jenkins stood straight like always, but I could see he was frowning. Jennifer sat across from me, still recording on her phone—though I wasn't sure that was smart right now."Who is this?

NICHOLE'S POV It was some guy I had never heard of before in my life. The voice was clear now, a middle-aged man who sounded like he might be from the South, with a slight accent I couldn't place. He sounded nervous when he talked, like he was reading from a script."Play it again," I said, hoping I might recognise something the second time.Marcus played it three more times, but it was still a stranger to me."Who is this?" I asked, feeling confused.Marcus played it again. The voice was clear now, but it belonged to a complete stranger."I don't know this person," Adrian said, looking as confused as I felt.I sat back in my chair, thinking hard. If it wasn't Blake or Lydia or Logan, then who was it?Then it hit me."What if they hired someone?" I said out loud."What do you mean?" Adrian asked."What if Blake and Lydia, or whoever is behind this, knew that we might try to figure out the voice? So they got some random guy to make the call for them. That way, even if we figured out w