All Chapters of My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Fractured AlliancesNatashas POV~My Seryne apartment was thrown in sharp relief with the dim light of my laptop screen, which flashed with a new headline: Clawford Heiress Defies Scandal at Auction. Valenticia’s fine speech, of dedicating a fortune to “truth,” returned to mock me. My fingers tensed around the wooden armrest, my nails burrowing into it, and sweats from jealousy trickled down my veins. Dmitri lounged on the sofa next to me, his tie slack, his eyes far away, in one hand he held a whisky. He’d been like that ever since we’d stumbled on the video late last night, a Vakette internship forwarding us the link with a smug Thought you’d want to see this. Dmitri had been silent as he’d watched Valenticia defy them, his jaw locked, her brilliance a shock he was marveled at. “You’re disgusting,” I snapped, my voice poisoned, but he didn’t sway, his lack of reaction slicing, sharp, into my gut.Rage boiled over as my phone buzzed and I ignored it. The projector hack at the gala,

Trial By BloodValenticias POV~Every headline, every boardroom glare degraded me, but Stefan — Stefan stood beside me. We had been hanging out, working late-night strategy sessions at Clawford, his hand brushing mine over coffee, his teasing grins easing my fears. Yesterday, as I left an auction, my phone pinged with his text: Run away with me tomorrow. My lakeside cabin, just us. My heart had jumped at the thought of a night away a salve to my shredded nerves. “Yes,” I'd answered, my voice shaking with relief and the need for him, his warmth, his strength.Now driving through Wyllbron’s rolling hills, the city had vanished in the rearview mirror. Stefan’s Bentley buzzed, his profile intense against the twilight, his casual knit a pale foil to his usual suits. The cabin came into view, alongside a starlit lake, and the wooden porch hung with lanterns. There was smoke coming from the chimney, and from the crackling fire within he knew there would be refuge. I stepped outside, the nigh

Desperate AttemptHailey's POV~I drove my Porsche through the city, my knuckles white on the wheel as the road passed out of sight and Lovtan’s skyline smeared. I went to meet Lila and Gregor at a Galden backroom. I had pulled into a dark alley, the rusted door to the warehouse above me. A guard nodded me through, and I entered the dim, musty air, my heels clicking along the concrete. The sight before me made me freeze: Lila, my cousin, with Gregor, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, him moaning mean and low. I chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, teasing in my tone. “I’d hate to spoil the party, but we’ve got some unfinished business.”Lila pulled back, her leather jacket creaking, her grin unapologetic. “Jealous, Hais?” she murmured, tidying her hair. Gregor tugged on his tie, his smirk cold. “Shall we?” he said, motioning to a metal table covered in files. My heart pounded — business, at last. I sank into a chair, the neckline of my scarlet dress constricting, my heel d

Tangled WebNatasha's POV~I was seated on the velvet chair, my laptop broadcasting Valenticia’s Lovtan summit speech, and each word hit me like another pin to the flesh. Standing at the podium in a sapphire gown on Saturday, her voice steady: “Those lies — created audios, fake contracts — won’t break Clawford. We’ll get up with New Dream, constructioning Wyllbron’s future.” Her composure was maddening, a slap to my plots, her jade hairpin-like a crown I’d never wear. The pain burned in my chest, and jealousy raked across it as the crowd roared and her victory sneered at Vakette’s ruin. Nails dug into my palms, anger, I was trembling—she was taking everything from me, even Dmitri’s heart.Dmitri splayed himself across the couch, suit askew, the neck of a whiskey bottle wobbling between his fingers as his drunkenness assembled a depressing still-life. His eyes, bloodshot, remained glued to the screen, and he muttered, “Valenticia,” her name a blurred prayer. My heart turned over, part

Breaking Point Natasha's POV~Vakette’s beaten-down office smelled like stale coffee and despair, its tattered walls reflecting my disintegrating universe. I’d sat at the scuffed desk, my laptop blaring with headlines of Valenticia’s Lovtan summit victory: Clawford Heiress Debunks Faked Video, Returns Star. Her poise! My chest was being clawed with frustration, my nails cutting into the palms of my hands, blood welling. Dmitri, flopped across the room, rumpled from a suit, eyes glued on financials, hopes to save Vakette from going bankrupt.“You’re pointless,” I hissed. “She’s dancing on our grave and you’re counting pennies?” He never said a word, which felt like a betrayal, and just made my anger worse. “Pathetic worm,” I spat, lowered and vindictive. “You would rather kiss Valenticia’s feet than fight for us!”I saw him flinch a bit, but it only fueled my rage. A flashback took me—our engagement months years ago, a Seryne rooftop shimmering with hope. Dmitri had been kneeling, w