All Chapters of He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aurora’s POV“Let’s get to the point. Who are you, and how will destroying Aaliyah profit you?”The man didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he turned slowly, as if savoring the reveal.My eyes swept over him instinctively, cataloging everything: broad shoulders wrapped in a dark wool coat that looked too expensive for the crumbling rooftop we stood on, a clean-shaven jaw with sharp lines, and eyes—dark, unreadable, cold enough to chill the air around him.A scar cut across his neck, thin but deep, as if someone once tried to slit his throat and failed. His hands, covered loosely by black leather gloves, remained clasped behind his back in a stance that screamed military or mafia discipline.Everything about him was intimidating, the kind of presence that would make weaker people shrink back or run.But I wasn't scared or intimidated.Instead, I straightened my back, tilting my chin slightly higher, even though my heart had quickened in a way I hated to admit. I wasn’t scared, but I wa

Aaliyah’s POV The sunlight of late afternoon filtered through the curtains, casting long golden streaks across the room. Elias was gurgling happily on his playmat, his chubby hands flailing as he tried to grab the colorful wooden blocks Mary had scattered for him. I sat cross-legged on the floor, still a little shaken from last night’s argument with Orrin. We hadn’t really spoken since then. He had kissed me goodnight, soft and careful, but there had been tension—a hesitation I hated. I hated fighting with him. But I hated even more how guilty I felt for snapping at him. I was still lost in thought when a squeal—loud and utterly delighted—snapped me out of it. “Elias?” My son kicked his tiny legs furiously, as if he’d just unlocked a secret of the universe. His little face scrunched in determination, and then… “Oh my God!” I gasped. He pushed himself up, teetered for a heart-stopping second, and…Thud-thud-thud. Three tiny, wobbly steps forward before he plopped

Aaliyah’s POV Orrin’s calm smile lingered, but his eyes held something deeper. Something I couldn’t quite name. I stirred my drink, forcing my gaze downward. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. “Why are you asking me this?” his voice finally cut through the silence. His tone was even, but there was an undertone I caught—curiosity, maybe even suspicion. I forced a soft laugh, trying to shake off the tension. “Can’t a wife ask about her husband’s childhood without being interrogated?” His lips curved slightly, but he didn’t let me off the hook. “You’ve never really been curious about my childhood before. And now, suddenly… you’re asking if my father loved me? That’s… oddly specific, don’t you think?” I cursed silently. Damn it, Aaliyah, get a grip. I kept my face neutral, even managed a small shrug. “I told you. I didn’t grow up with my parents. Sometimes I wonder… you know, how different things might have been if I had. So maybe I’m just trying to live thr

Aaliyah’s POV I hadn’t seen Lisa in months, not since she chose to stay back in London for Kaito. When she called me yesterday evening that she was back, I wanted to go meet her immediately but she insisted I stay back for Elias and come the next day instead. By the next morning, I just grabbed my bag, keys and drove to her new place.Standing at her front door, I took a moment. I needed her at this moment and with everything going on but I could feel in my gut that she’d definitely need me too so I'd have to wait first.When the door opened, her face was the first thing I saw, with her natural curls tucked into a messy bun, soft sweater clinging to her arms, eyes red-rimmed but warm.“God, I missed you,” I whispered.She didn’t say a word.She just grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. A real one. The kind that felt like coming home.“I missed you more,” she mumbled into my shoulder.I closed my eyes, letting the scent of her lavender shampoo and the steady beat of her heart bring

Aaliyah’s POV“Hi, I’m Bridget—Bri, to my friends. Also, you may know me as Orrin’s ex-fiancée.”Every other thing—the music, the lights, the people around us—faded as Bridget’s words echoed in my head. Orrin’s ex-fiancée? Her crimson nails gleamed as she extended her hand. Her green eyes were still locked on mine with something that felt like a challenge. And that made me wonder. Did she think I'll claw at her at the mention of her being his ex or what? Why was she here, telling me this?Her bobbed hair framed her face perfectly and her black dress clung to curves that demanded attention. Her red lipstick was a bold slash against her flawless skin. She was stunning, the kind of woman who walked into a room and owned it, and the way she looked at me—like she’d been waiting for this moment—made me understand what this was about.Well, whatever she was aiming at was definitely working. Because I stood frozen, my champagne flute cold against my palm and my gold dress suddenly feelin