Semua Bab Her Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 91Sophia had always known Camilla would strike back eventually. Enemies like her didnt slink away quietly—they waited, watched, calculated. But nothing prepared her for the viciousness of this blow. It didnt come as a political jab or a policy attack. It came as something far more dangerous, far more intimate.It began with a message from Clara early that morning.A single line vibrating through Sophias half-awake thoughts: Dont go online.Sophia froze mid-buttoning her shirt. Why? What happened?Claras voice on the phone was tight, brittle, as if she were trying to hold something together by force. She didnt just hit your work this time, she whispered. She hit your life.Sophia opened her laptop despite the warning. Curiosity had always been a double-edged trait of hers. The screen lit up, and the headline nearly punched the air out of her lungs.EXCLUSIVE: Minister Georges Secret Past—The Family She Tried to Erase.And below it,a photo that didnt belong in any newspaper.He

CHAPTER 93(The Woman behind the Scene)The shrill vibration of her phone shattered the last fragile layers of sleep clinging to Sophia. For a moment, she lay still, suspended in that hazy space where dreams blur into reality, where danger hasnt quite taken shape yet. She thought it was another threat—another faceless message crawling out of the shadows to claw at her sanity.But she was wrong.This was worse.Claras voice trembled through the speaker, thin and frayed. Dont turn on your TV, Sophia. Please… dont.A warning like that only guaranteed one thing.Sophia turned it on.Her world cracked open in an instant. Every channel carried the same image—her face plastered beneath a headline that could ruin a lifetime of work in a single breath.MINISTER LINKED TO BUSINESSMANS DISAPPEARANCE — EXCLUSIVE VIDEO EVIDENCE EMERGES.Her heart stopped. Then she saw it,the footage. Lucas, bound to a chair, bruised, eyes wide with terror. And then came the voice, slithering through the speakers li

CHAPTER 95(The Message)The Swiss winter struck Sophia like a slap the moment she stepped off the plane, the cold slicing through her coat and settling deep in her bones. Reporters swarmed the terminal, their shouts echoing across glass walls, camera flashes bursting like tiny explosions. She gave them a calm smile— practiced, controlled,yet her heartbeat thundered in her throat, betraying her. She hadnt come only to accept an award. She had come to confront something far more treacherous: the past she hoped shed already buried.The International Peace Prize Summit glowed with a kind of impossible glamour,snow swirling outside while chandeliers drenched the hall in golden light. Delegates in immaculate suits murmured about the architecture of global compassion, a phrase that sounded delicate enough to shatter if spoken too loudly. Clara managed her interviews with efficient warmth, Ralia fluttered around her with last-minute adjustments, and Lucas,recently discharged, still limping,po

The morning sun didnt just rise over Lagos that day,it blasted across the sky like a flare shot from the hand of an angry god. Heat shimmered over Freedom Square, settling on Sophias skin like a warning she pretended not to hear. She stood on the temporary stage, feeling the boards tremble faintly under the weight of thousands who had gathered with one demand pulsing through their lungs: truth. The banners surrounding her snapped wildly in the humid air—No More Shadows. We Deserve the Truth. Words she hadnt written, but words that had carved themselves into her bones.The city had been waiting for this moment.But Sophia… she had been burning for it.Today, she wasnt a minister wrapped in bureaucracy and caution. Today, she stood as a woman stripped to her resolve, a citizen who had run out of patience who had run out of fear.Behind the stage, Lucas monitored the livestream, shoulders tight with concentration. Clara moved like a storm over the press barricades, managing reporters whi

CHAPTER 99(When the World vIbrates)The morning after the leak didnt rise gently like any ordinary dawn,it detonated. The world didnt simply wake up; it convulsed. Every news channel, every website banner, every clipped radio bulletin echoed the same incendiary phrase: The Grant Files. It was the sound of global equilibrium cracking.This time, it wasnt just Nigerian political elites caught in the blast radius. The flash drive Sophia released contained financial arteries that stretched across continents—oil conglomerates entrenched in Europe, lobbying juggernauts rooted in Washington, construction empires sprawled across Asia. All their transactions fed into the same festering root system: the shadowy, meticulously veiled Zurich network. The world had always suspected such a monster existed. Sophia had ripped back the curtain and given it a face.Headlines didnt whisper; they screamed. Currencies quivered. Phone lines at embassies burned with frantic demands for explanations, accounta