Semua Bab ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Chapter 112 – The EnvelopeThe day began like any other—a deceptive calm wrapped in golden sunlight. From the penthouse balcony, Alex Banks stood shirtless in grey slacks, watching the early city traffic crawl like ants beneath him. Coffee in one hand, phone in the other, he scrolled through messages, but his mind was elsewhere. Clara had barely spoken to him this morning. She'd been restless all night again, murmuring in her sleep, her brow furrowed with some invisible weight. Something was wrong—he just didn’t know what yet.A soft buzz came from the intercom."Yes?" he answered.“Delivery for Miss Clara Vale,” the concierge replied.Alex blinked. She wasn’t expecting anything.“I’ll take it.”Minutes later, he stood at the front door, a sealed manila envelope in his hands. It had no return address—only Clara's name, written in heavy, slanted ink across the front. That alone raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He stared at it for a moment, torn.She was in the shower. She woul

Chapter 114 – Truth UnearthedThe morning arrived quietly, but Clara awoke with a storm beneath her skin.Her dreams had been jagged and unkind, flashes of her parents, of the crash, of a man with a blurred face. She sat upright in bed, heart pounding, a weight pressing against her chest like a warning. Something wasn’t right. Something was missing.She glanced at the other side of the bed. Alex wasn’t there.The apartment was silent.Wrapping herself in a robe, she padded barefoot through the penthouse. Her mind was clouded with the cryptic words her aunt had shared the day before: “They were going to expose someone—someone powerful. The name they whispered was R.B.”Clara had tried to shake it off, to rest, but the gnawing feeling that she was on the edge of something devastating refused to let her go.She stepped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, her fingers trembling slightly. She picked up her phone and dialed the investigator.He picked up on the first ring.“

Chapter 116 – The ConfrontationThe night was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that rang in the ears, hollow and haunting. Clara stood outside Mabel’s apartment building for what felt like an eternity before finally turning back. Her skin prickled from the cold, but it wasn’t the wind that left her chilled—it was the emptiness, the betrayal, and the echoes of Alex’s voice begging her not to go.She hadn’t replied.She couldn’t.She had walked away with tears stinging her eyes, pride holding her upright.But pride didn’t keep you warm at night.It didn’t steady your heartbeat when everything familiar began to collapse.She hadn’t slept at Mabel’s. Hadn’t even made it up the stairs. She sat in the stairwell for hours, curled up in a coat that smelled like his cologne, trying to gather the courage to breathe again. But the rage didn’t fade.The ache didn’t dim.And by dawn, Clara realized something frighteningly clear—she couldn’t move on until she confronted him.Not with quiet fur

Chapter 118 – Cracks in the EmpireThe dimly lit room felt colder than usual, shadows dancing around Richard Banks as he pored over his scattered collection of financial reports on the table. The late hour curled around him like a shroud, and he could sense it—the tension in his son Alex's demeanor, the silence that lingered between them since the family tragedy. Richard's heart raced as unease clawed at him. The boy was pulling away, slowly siphoning off the blind loyalty that had once existed—the loyalty he had counted on.Richard's empire had been built with calculated cruelty, a fortress of deception established in cunning midnight deals. Now, he felt the ground beneath him shift. He needed a contingency plan, a means of erasing the trails leading back to his darker dealings. With a swift motion, he reached for his encrypted laptop, fingers trembling as he navigated through transactions, accounts, and people whose names he had long forgotten—people with loose tongues and wanderin

Chapter 120 – The Beginning of WarThe morning sky hung low, blanketed in gray, a shroud of clouds casting the world in steel hues. But Clara Vale hardly noticed. Her attention was fixed on the reflection of her own face in the tall glass windows of Veronica’s study. The weight of the moment pressed against her chest, though her shoulders were squared, her spine straight. No more running. No more hiding. The past had sharpened her into something unbreakable.The silence in the room was more than stillness—it was a living, breathing thing, full of expectation.Beside her, Avi flipped through the folder Kevin had put together, each page a nail in Richard Hale’s coffin. Contracts with forged signatures, wire transfers to offshore accounts, medical falsifications stretching back years. It was more than enough to make anyone sweat—but Clara knew Richard wouldn’t sweat. Not yet. Men like him only bled when the knife went in.Veronica sat at her desk, her presence commanding even in stillnes