All Chapters of Billionaire's Revenge: The Ex wife's rise: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

44 Chapters

Chapter Eleven

Nate's POVI'd been working on the case with an almost pathological level of dedication since I'd rescued Jane from that cold, dark warehouse. I'd spent the previous two days retracing the alleys amassing more data, a paper trail of receipts for cash, tips from an anonymous source, and cyber-trails that constructed a scenario much darker than anyone had ever been brave enough to imagine. It was time to show Jane the pieces I’d unearthed, pieces that challenged everything she believed about the accident and Damien’s role in it.I. found Jane. In her hospital room late one evening, the only light was the small bedside lamp. Her haunted eyes moved nervously upon me. I felt the inner turmoil that had so destroyed her, the tormented conflict between the woman she loved and the lie now masquerading behind Damien's familiar face."Jane, I have to talk to you," I whispered, closing the door behind me. "I've got some new information that you'll need to review."Her eyes flashed with fear and c

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Chapter Twelve

Jane's POVMy room was abandoned for virtual deafness. Despite having begun building pieces of a reality so horrible I couldn't stand it, so worse than anything I could have ever imagined, my heart was war-torn. In the silence that followed the events of the day, I was engaged in a virtually paralyzing desire for revenge and an adamant, lingering love for the man who had once been my whole world…Damien.I sat at the corner of my untidy bed, early morning grey light seeping in through the drawn curtains, blind-eyed gazing straight ahead at the empty white page on my desk. It was time, I supposed, to face the tempest raging within me. I grasped the scuffed-leather diary that I had hidden away, a secret haven for all the raw feeling and proof that had spilled out over the crazy weeks. My hand trembled slightly as I unfolded it as if it were fearful that the strength of what I was thinking would break the fragile peace I had been able to build.I sat down to put pen to paper, my hand swoo

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Chapter Thirteen

Michelle's POVI had lived behind the streets of the family's gold-encrusted life, an unobtrusive witness to greed and the power struggle. My name is Michelle Carter, and after having been directly employed by Zack Lawson…period that has given me more scars than memories of love. I would never have suspected that fate would lead me before Jane Harrison, my life destroyed by the very same black lies I had been seeking to flee from for all these years.I answered the phone on my cold autumn afternoon. Jane had called up an old friend—somebody she believed could untangle the complicated web of deceptions that had trapped her family. I had known Zack long enough to realize that my past with him was a double-edged sword; whereas on the one hand, I had witnessed his cruelty, on the other, I had seen the cracks in his together persona. It was time now to encounter Jane at a sleazy coffee shop on the less populated side of town…lair where half-truths and muffled whispers held dominion in the

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Chapter fourteen

Jane's POVThe house loomed over me like a monument to the past—a house in which every groan of the floors and every frayed picture on the walls seemed to be a guarded secret for years. I trailed Nate into the dilapidated house on the outskirts of town, where memories hung heavy in the air and the scent of old wood filled our lungs. This was my mother's childhood home, one that had been full of laughter and unspoken love but now felt heavy with mystery and tragedy. I stepped out of the car and breathed deeply, allowing the chill of the past to close in around me. Nate went with me in silence, his omnipresent presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't by myself on this quest for the truth. I arrived at the wooden oak door and wondered what was behind this door—the past deceptions that would probably inform me how much Zack and Mae had deceived and lied to me.Inside, the house was shrouded in a dust sheet and emptiness. The tattered curtains hung limp against the windows, and the for

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Chapter fifteen

Jane's POVThe weight of it all…the hidden diaries, the photoshopped images, the incriminating ledgers…pressed upon me like an unremitting tide. At night, late, I sat alone in the quiet of my study, a lone lamp shining in a peaceful light over scraps of paper, my mother's old letters, and my scribbled pages. Every shred of evidence now felt like a piece of a puzzle, every one of them crying out to be fitted into the larger picture of our family's deceit.I ran my fingers along the frayed edges of the leather-bound notebook that I had taken with me since the very start of my investigation. Its pages were a history of every sleepless night, every tearful instant, and every spark of will that had formed in me since truth had begun to break through. Tonight, it was time to write a plan…a secret, bold plan to expose the corruption that had infected my life for far too long. No matter what it took, I vowed that no secret, however shameful, would be hidden any longer.I pulled out my new not

Last Updated : 2025-03-24

Chapter Sixteen

Jane's POVWith every step I took, I was stepping into the unknown that I had been avoiding for years. But with every new twist in my mother's murder and the appalling corruption track record of Zack's company, I knew that I couldn't do it by myself. I required someone who had witnessed the plotting of that rotten empire firsthand, someone soiled enough to risk his own fate for telling the truth. I remembered rumors and half-forgotten names from my youth; one name, however, loomed over me like a ghost: Marcus. Marcus had once been a member of the innermost circle of my father's empire. I’d heard rumors about his abrupt departure—how he’d left under a cloud of shame and bitter regret, refusing to be complicit any longer in the web of lies spun by Zack. If there was anyone who could help me compile a dossier on Zack’s illegal activities and the elaborate cover-up of my mother’s death, Marcus was the one.I waited at my desk that evening, the distant roar of the city beyond my window the

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Chapter Seventeen

Jane's POV I received the clandestine tip on a cold evening—a cryptic one through an encoded e-mail address, telling me to meet in a deserted site at the city limit. All the message had said was: *"Truth lies where the shadows converge.".". Come alone.* My heart was racing as I hoped that this was the break I had been hoping for—a break to find more damning evidence on Zack, and even perhaps leads on Damien's implication that I could not find since that fateful night. I quickly scrolled through my phone for a last-minute cancellation and drove down a rural road. The city's neon receded fewer behind me as the world gave way to fields and thick groves of trees. I finally found myself standing before a weathered-down farmhouse on the edge of a forest. Its weathered face, cracked in broken windows and blistered paint, seemed to emit a ghostly sense of abandonment—but possibility too. I crept up, the headlights dropped to hide us from view, and pulled out into chill night air. The farm

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Chapter Eighteen

Jane's POV I could still feel the sting of that adrenaline from the secret gathering in my veins as I moved away from the derelict farmhouse. The proof I had just acquired—documentation, tape, and the cruel knowledge of a conspiracy that cut all the way to the blackest reaches of my family's darkest crimes—was both victory and danger of death. There was no possible thing in the entire world that could have prepared me for what was coming. It was a rainy, black evening several nights later. I had promised to meet the whistleblower again at an obscure warehouse complex, a site chosen because it was obscure and relatively faceless. I had a thudding in my chest as I approached a black loading platform, the bright beam of a gaudy street lamp illuminating the rain-slicked sidewalk. I stood by myself except for the chill rigidness between us—a rigidness that was far too vigilant. I stepped towards the building carefully, my senses heightened to a state of vigilance. My footsteps echoing

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Chapter Nineteen

Jane's POV The charity ball would be a night of hope—a glorious night when lovely smiles and soft music created a place of harmony and kindness. The lovely ballroom, its costly chandeliers and border of champagne glasses, resounded with laughter and soft murmurs. But beneath the glittering surface, I was weighed down by everything I had witnessed, a crushing weight that reduced even the loveliest adornments to secondary for my internal crisis. I arrived at the assignation in a sharp black vehicle, its gleaming surface aglow with city lights as I emerged in a body-clinging gown that did nothing to conceal the tempest brewing inside. I had not arrived to mingle but to belong, to scrape crumbs of truth from a world in which appearances were as deadly as they were radiant. Every one of the courteous smiles I shared with the other guests was an act—a grudging fiction in a space where all was carefully choreographed to offer perfection. I struggled through the throng, scanning the room

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Chapter Twenty

Jane's POVAnd in the silence after that dreadful, endless night, when all lies and all secrets had come to a single, fiery moment of truth, I knew that there was no turning back. The evidence—secret notebooks, locked files, taped speeches, and clandestine financial transactions—had become a burden which rested on my conscience. And yet, instead of strangling me, it had ignited something deep in me. With every fresh bit of evidence to incriminate, I became more determined to bring down the corrupt empire which had stolen the honor of my family.I sat alone in my study, a room which had turned into my war room over the last few weeks. The room was but dimly illuminated by a solitary desk lamp that cast a paltry glow about piles of documents, scribbled notes, and a whiteboard as tall as the desk itself that stood covered in dates, names, and cryptic links. It was subtly flavored with the odors of yellowed paper and ink—a signal of what I had lost but was going to reclaim. Today, the atm

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