Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire's Revenge: The Ex wife's rise: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Zack’s POVI sat in my office late in the evening. The lights were low, and my mind was busy planning our next move. Mae had just come in, and her eyes were sharp, full of determination. We both knew that Jane was rising up. Her legal challenges and public speeches had stirred up too much truth. I had to act quickly and decisively.Mae broke the silence, “Zack, we cannot let her ruin everything.” I nodded slowly and replied, “I know. Jane is gaining momentum. The public is starting to ask questions. We must discredit her before her evidence takes full effect.” Mae leaned forward, “I agree. We are launching our smear campaign now. We use every tool available. I have contacts in the media. They can twist her story and show her as unstable.” I frowned slightly and said, “I want to protect our reputation. Our business depends on it. We cannot allow Jane to claim the assets and tarnish our records.” Mae smiled slyly, “Then we did this together. I have a plan. We start with social m

Jane's POVI walked into the meeting room with a heavy heart and steel determination. The past few weeks have been ferocious. We were being attacked in the public sphere on all sides—news stories challenging my character, tweets twisting my story, and even hate letters intended to sully our reputation. But my support group was here, all around a giant table in a small, secure meeting room, and I was sure that we were one."Jane, we got the news," said Michael firmly and resolutely. "They are informing us that you are unstable. They are saying that you are leading the investigation due to a mere emotional whim."I took a deep breath and looked around the table at the faces. Worry and determination were in Lisa's, Robert's, Richard's, and Mark's expressions. I responded, "I hear what they're saying. I know they're trying to discredit me. But we have the truth on our side."Lisa leaned forward. "Jane, don't let them discourage you. We have good evidence. We know what happened. Our papers

Jane's POVI sat in my living room with Nate by my side. It was evening, and our secure phone lines rang softly in the background. We had labored for days writing every word of the public statement. Now it was the time to speak out and win over those who still had their doubts against me.Nate looked at me and said, "Jane, I know it seems like the whole world is against you, but this is our chance to turn the tide. Our evidence is strong. We need to get the public educated on the real story."I nodded slowly. "I know, Nate. I do have a lot of anger within me, but I want this statement to be straightforward, true, and simple. No ranting and raving—just facts and my vow of justice."We started up our secure laptop and opened a new document. I took a deep breath. "Let's write it together," I said.Nate grinned. "Alright, Jane. I'll type it out, then you can have a listen to see if you sound like this."A little while later, Nate read off the screen:"Good evening. I am Jane Harrison. I

Jane's POVThe marble floor in the Harbor & Finch lobby felt cold under my feet. Each step I took echoed loudly, making me more nervous. This is it, I thought. Either everything changes now, or it’s just another dead end.I looked at my watch again—Camila Ortiz was five minutes late. It felt like forever. I needed answers.Finally, the revolving doors turned,, and Camila walked in. She looked tense—her shoulders were hunched, her face pale,, and her eyes kept moving like she was afraid someone was following her.“Camila,” I said quietly, leading her to the elevators. “Thanks for coming.”She didn’t answer, just gave a quick nod and stared at the floor numbers as we went up. The silence in the elevator was heavy. I could feel the pressure of what she was about to tell me.When we reached the right floor, I guided her through the halls to a small meeting room. It was cold and modern—glass and steel. I closed the door behind us.“Okay,” I said, trying to stay calm. “What did you find?”C

Jane's POVThe notebook felt cold in my shaking hands. Each note inside was like a ghost from my mother’s life and sudden death. It was time to bring out the truth and face it. This time I would not hide. I would not let myself be a victim.Marisol. She used to help my mother. She was the key—the only one who might know what I needed to find out. It had been many years, but I still remembered her kindly and hoped she would be willing to help me.I set up the meeting as a secret one at a small café hidden in a quiet corner. I remembered that place from when I was a kid, when life felt easier before the pain and lies began.The afternoon sun made long shadows on the ground while I waited. I heard the sounds of dishes and quiet talking, but inside me, everything felt loud and stormy. Marisol was late. I was getting more nervous by the second.At last, I saw her. Her hair was now gray in parts, her face lined with age, but I still knew her. She looked around the café, then saw me and rush