All Chapters of Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Valeria's POVMy father promised he would get me out on bail as soon as possible, but I was stuck here for the night at the very least.He followed me to the station, and I watched as he made phone call after phone call to different lawyers. He paced back and forth in the small visiting area. I saw his jaw clench, and I knew I had to intervene.“Dad, what’s going on?”“They’re all saying the same thing.” His voice was tight as he stopped in front of me. “Due to the nature of the charges, it's impossible to get bail tonight. The lawyer I just spoke with told me there were a few loopholes he could exploit but the legal proceedings will have to be handled tomorrow. We’ll get the bail papers earliest by tomorrow morning.”I reached out to him. “It’s okay, Dad. I know you hate this but I’ll be fine. I've handled worse.”“You've already been through enough, Valeria. This shouldn't even be happening. That bastard only managed to pull this off because I let my guard down. I feel ashamed but e

Valeria's POV I stood paralysed at the spot, my heart beating so loud as I tried to process what the absolute fuck that just happened in front of me.When it all clicked, ice flooded through my veins. The food was poisoned.My fingers went numb and the spoon fell from my hand and clattered to the floor. More rice spilled out and I watched in dread as I realized that had I taken just a bite of that food, I would have ended up like those ants; DEAD. The words kept thumping in my head and I screamed. I let go of the package and launched myself backwards till my spine hit the wall. Before long, I heard the sound of footsteps pounding down the halls and the female officer who had given me the food appeared at the bars. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded. "Why are you causing such a ruckus?"I couldn't speak at first. My whole body was shaking. I pointed at the container on the floor with trembling fingers. Then I pointed at the floor where the dead ants lay."The food is poi

Isis's POV The suite was enormous, just the bedroom itself was bigger than my apartment. For a while, I got lost admiring everything. The floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the city's nightlife, a very massive king sized bed that could comfortably hold the weight of fourteen women my size and the exotic furniture. Eren gave me time to soak it all in before his hands circled my waist, spun me around and pressed his lips to mine.This was nothing like the sloppy and awkward kisses I had with guys my own age. He kissed me like he knew exactly what he was doing, and I moaned in his mouth, the pleasure of his tongue taking away my sanity piece by piece.My back hit the wall, and his hands framed my cheeks as he deepened the kiss even more. I gasped against his mouth, itching for more pressure between us, so my fingers found their way into his hair and I pulled him closer until there was no space between us."Tell me to stop," he murmured against my lips. "Tell me this is a

Isis's POV "What about Sunday?" I tried to keep the edge out of my voice."Isis." He finally turned to face me. "You know we don't do public dates.""We can pretend that it's a business dinner and I'm a company representative.""That's not what this is." He said sternly. "Then what is this?" I sat up, pulling the sheets around me, "because from where I'm sitting, I'm just your dirty little secret. The one you hide from everyone because god forbid anyone find out Eren Daelmont is fucking someone his daughter's age."His jaw tightened. "This is not the time or place to do this.""Why? You can't stand to have a meaningful conversation with your whore?""You're not a whore." He glowered at me. "Don't call yourself that.""Underneath everything, you live a lonely life and I'm just the girl you pay to warm your bed whenever you're feeling lonely."He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I've been honest with you from the beginning about what this would be. I give you everything you n

Isis’ POVBy the time the truth settled in my bones, it was already too late to untangle myself from the web I had spun.I had pulled too many threads. Crossed too many lines. Every path forward felt like a trap of my own making. There was no clean exit anymore. No version of this where I walked away untouched.So I did what I had always done when the world cornered me.I searched for a way to save myself.Eren had shown me again and again exactly how little I meant to him. He had said it plainly. He had proven it with his actions. With his indifference. With how easily he had threatened to erase me from his life like I was nothing more than an inconvenience that had overstayed its welcome.So the answer was obvious, even if it tasted bitter.Luka.If I wanted protection, if I wanted leverage, if I wanted something solid to stand on, Luka was my only option. He loved me. Or at least, he thought he did. And love, even the fake kind, could be weaponized.The problem was the baby.Every