Alle Kapitel von Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce : Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Isis' POV When I first got into the car that morning, something had felt off. It was subtle at first, almost laughable. The steering wheel felt a little too light beneath my palms, the response just a fraction slower than usual. I remember frowning, tilting my head slightly as I pulled out of the driveway, trying to decide if I was imagining it.I told myself I was tired. Emotional. Pregnant and hormonal. I had never been good with cars. Machines intimidated me. If it turned on and moved, that had always been enough for me.So I ignored the feeling.After meeting Valeria at the café, the sensation became harder to dismiss. When I pressed the brake pedal at a red light, it dipped lower than it should have. My heart skipped, a quick flutter of unease tightening my chest.But the car stopped.That was all that mattered.I told myself it was nothing. Wear and tear. Old brakes. Something I could get checked later. My mind was too crowded with thoughts of Eren, of forgiveness, of the life I

Valeria’s POVThe car had barely come to a stop before I opened the door.I didn't even remember unbuckling my seatbelt. One moment I was sitting there, heart hammering, bracing myself for the reality of home. The next, I was standing on the gravel driveway of the Daelmont mansion, my feet barely touching the ground.“Mommy!”The sound hit me first. That voice. Clear, bright and unmistakably his.I turned just in time to see Elliot sprinting toward me at full speed, his little legs pumping with everything he had. His jacket flapped behind him, his shoes barely keeping up as if his body could not move fast enough to match his relief.My heart leapt painfully in my chest.“Elliot,” I breathed.I dropped to my knees just as he collided with me. The impact nearly knocked the air from my lungs, but I wrapped my arms around him instantly, lifting him off the ground and holding him as tightly as I dared. He clung to me with the same desperation, his arms locking around my neck like he was af

Valeria’s POVThe sound of my phone ringing cut through the moment like a blade.The sharp vibration jolted me back into my body, back into reality, back into the weight of everything Luka had done to me over the years. I gasped, panic surging through me, and shoved him away with all the strength I had left. My hands were shaking as I lunged for the phone, my heart pounding so violently it hurt.I answered without even checking the caller ID.“Hello?”“Valeria, it’s Lillian,” my lawyer said, her voice brisk but gentle in that way she always used when delivering news she knew I wouldn’t like. “I just received confirmation for the next custody hearing.”My stomach dropped.“It’s scheduled for tomorrow.”Tomorrow.The word echoed in my head, shrill and deafening. I had almost forgotten about the custody case entirely. Between the arrest, the poisoning attempt, the fear that someone was actively trying to kill me, my brain had shoved it to the back of my mind just to survive.And now it w

Valeria’s POVLuka told me everything.He didn’t spare the details. Not this time.About how this woman who looked exactly like Isis but claimed to be Cassandra Craven showed up at the exact moment he needed a secretary. How she had walked into his office as if fate itself had delivered her. How she had spoken with confidence, presented flawless credentials, and carried herself with that same calculated poise Isis used to weaponize.And how he had been foolish enough to actually hire her.As he spoke, my pulse thudded painfully in my ears.A woman who looked exactly like Isis.Not similar.Not vaguely familiar.Exactly.I felt like the ground beneath me had shifted again, like I had stepped into a world where nothing was stable and nothing made sense anymore.I had so many questions clawing at my throat, but I forced myself to stay quiet. I needed to hear all of it. I needed to understand just how much had been happening behind my back while I’d been fighting for my freedom, my reputa

Valeria’s POVThe eerie sense of déjà vu was so strong that I nearly turned back.My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I stared at the apartment building ahead of me. A strange heaviness settled in my chest, the kind that made breathing feel slightly more difficult than it should have been. For several long seconds I simply sat there in silence, the engine idling softly while my thoughts churned restlessly.They say only a fool makes the same mistake twice.The phrase surfaced in my mind with irritating clarity, and I almost laughed bitterly at the irony of it. By most standards, what I was about to do could easily qualify as foolish. The last time I had gotten involved with Isis—or Cassandra, or whatever the hell she was calling herself now—my life had spiraled into chaos so quickly that I had barely been able to catch my breath.I was still trying to beat the murder allegations even now.And yet here I was again, parked outside her apartment like a woman willingly walking