Semua Bab My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Hidden SecretsStefan's POV:I was standing in a corner of the dimly lit backstage area, my hands in my pockets. My assistant silently accompanied me as I watched the scene.The woman walked away, her head held high. She should have exuded a quiet confidence, but I’d noticed how her eyes had narrowed during her conversation with that man. I had witnessed the tense set of her shoulders, and the clipped edge of her voice.And I had also seen how the man reacted.His face twisted in something dark — anger, hatred, perhaps even fear.I watched him stand there briefly, his fists clenched by his sides. Then, just as he lost sight of her, he let out an exasperated breath and murmured to himself.“You think you can come and run this company?” his tone low, hatred in every word. “This has always been my company. I won’t see a woman take it from me.”I stayed put, watching him, my eyes glued to him.The man’s jaw hardened.“You think you can just come back and take what’s mine?” he added, his

Misjudged Valenticia’s POV:The next morning came with an unfamiliar heaviness. I woke early, the nervous fluttering in my chest forcing me to get out of bed before the sun was even fully up. After a long, warm bath, changing into a minimalist navy-blue dress, tying the hair into a little knot, I did not wear anything flashy no jewelry, no heels, no designer bag. Just me.I padded down the stairs. It was quiet in the house, peaceful. I went to the kitchen and made myself a pot of tea. Green, strong, unsweetened. I drank it slowly, the heat soothing my nerves as I looked out the window. Today wasn't about status. It was about learning. Watching and listening.My grandmother came in soon after. She greeted me with a warm smile, dark eyes flicking up and down my outfit with quiet approval, or maybe disbelief.“Do you want me to go with you?” she inquired, walking into the room.I turned to her, my tea cradled in both hands. "No, Grandma. I want to explore alone today… I want to see thin

Mystery Night Stefan's POV- I leaned back in my leather chair, the Seryne skyline glittering outside my office window. My assistant, Carter, slid a dossier across the polished mahogany desk, his movements crisp, as ever. “Everything on Valenticia Clawford, sir,” he said, his voice short. I opened the folder, and then came her photo — her silver dress, her posture. A strange feeling twisted in my chest, sharp and unwelcome. She wasn’t merely the desperate woman I’d sat down beside in my car, fleeing from abductors in her ripped gown. She was the Clawford heiress. Her brazen gala invitation to dinner — direct and without the usual scheming attached — stuck in my brain. The majority of women who came to me were wanting something—money, influence, a hold in my world. That greed wasn't in Valenticia’s eyes. It was intriguing to me, and I didn’t like being intrigued. My empire, New Dream Corporation, was in a cold war with the Clawford Group. It was a lucrative land deal, prime r

Ex-Husband RegretValenticias POV-Dmitri’s frantic shouts cut through the air outside the Clawford estate gates, and my breath caught in my throat. “Valenticia! Please, I’m begging you!” His voice was ragged, filled with panic, nothing at all like that cold, polished ex-husband who once cast me aside like a used tissue.He looked wrecked.His hair was disheveled, his shirt half-tucked, eyes wide, like he hadn’t slept in days. But it was Natasha, emerging from a sleek black car, that coursed ice through my veins. Her face was filled with fury, as her upper lip curled in a snarl, and the metal object in her hand was a knife.My stomach churned, a chill stilling me in place.In a matter of seconds, security swarmed in.Two guards grabbed Dmitri, wrenching his arms behind him as he writhed, his voice cracking. “Val, please! I made a mistake! I need you!” The words burned in my chest, awaking memories of his indifference, the divorce paperwork, the evenings I’d waited without hearing the

UnmaskedValenticia POV-I had been unconscious and woke up in a hospital bed, the sharp smell of antiseptic lingered like a bad dream.I wiped my throat, which felt dry, from the gas that had flooded the offices. The white ceiling swam before my eyes as I blinked, my head hurting but my mind already racing. Grandmother sat next to me looking composed, her face betraying her. They were red, but her eyes were fierce. “You’re awake,” she said, her voice low. “The gas leak is contained, but we both know it wasn’t an accident.”I attempted to sit up, grimacing as a dull ache rose from my chest. “Sabotage,” I struggled to say. My mind raced to the anonymous text I’d received before all of this. Stop digging, or you’ll end up like your parents. Someone knew my history, knew of the car crash that had taken Mom and Dad when I was still a child. The threat wasn’t only about Gregor’s plans it was personal. Grandmother nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. “The authorities are investigati