All Chapters of Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

BRUCE.I sat in one of my old faction houses, the one still loyal enough to keep my name off every report, sipping tea that had long gone cold.It wasn't a relief I felt. It was a rebirth.The room still smelled like dust and gun oil, a mix that felt almost holy to me now. My men had cleared the place out before my arrival—old posters gone, new faces stationed outside. Some things had changed, but not the way they looked at me when I walked in. Half awe, half fear… and just the way I liked it.I didn’t bother celebrating my release. I had work to do.The projector hummed softly on the table beside me, the glow from the slides cutting through the dim. I flicked through each one, the faces and locations shifting across the wall—bars, shipping docks, private offices, homes, each slide a reminder of the city that used to kneel for me. Each flick another vein of control I planned to reopen.“Still mine,” I murmured, watching the images pass.It almost felt like walking through the streets

ISABELLA.I had always known Bruce would betray me, that he would want to double-cross me and make his own moves. It wasn't a question of if, it was when. Power never really shared itself, it only waited for the perfect opportunity to turn. I had learnt that lesson early enough, watching men like Bruce rise on ambition and rot on arrogance. So when news got to me that he had begun to be seen again — alive, kicking, making moves and rebuilding, it didn't come to me as a surprise. I only felt disappointed because for once, I thought I would be proven wrong. But I guess my predictions were always right.I smiled when I got the news, not because I was amused but because it was time to begin my calculated moves. Bruce's return to the game had changed everything, not in ways that frightened me, but because somehow, it seemed to bring the world back to focus. The balance had shifted again with his return, and I knew exactly how to use it.My next move began quietly in a dim cafe in a forgot

ISABELLA. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Bruce's sudden appearance beside my car had caught me off guard — the one thing I prided myself on never permitting. He stood still, too certain, with his eyes fixed on me. My hesitation lasted only a few seconds, as I recovered with practiced grace, straightening my shoulders and willing my pulse to be still.  “You've always had a flair for dramatics,” I said, returning his gaze. “But we don't have time for games. There's a lot of work to be done.” He tilted his head slightly backward, his eyes still on me with an expression on his face that looked like amusement. “Work?” he asked softly, chuckling. “Is that what you call it now? Setting fires that are way beyond your control?” I pursed my lips. “Control is relative, Bruce. And don't forget &mdas

CLARISSA. The morning after Devan's arrest was filled with a silence that screamed absence. The house felt cold, the corridors seemed longer than I remembered, and every echo of my footsteps was swallowed by the weight pressing down my chest. I hadn't slept a wink all night, and every time I tried to close my eyes, all I could see was the headlines flashing in the dark. Devan Owen Arrested — Fraud, Embezzlement, Murder. The last word kept looping in my head like a siren. Murder? Devan wasn't capable of that. He wasn't even capable of any of the charges brought against him. He owned a flourishing tech firm and was among the top young millionaires in the country,  though he lived a very modest life that got me wondering most times. Why would he think of embezzling funds, and from a company I presided over, of all the people and companies in the world? Whatever his flaws were, whatev

CLARISSA.I could feel anger and curiosity battling within as I approached her, and when I did, I stared at her for a long time, memories of Bruce's betrayal and collapse of my marriage flooding my mind once more. I did my best to mask the anger I felt at the memories, watching her silently as she lifted her gaze slowly, meeting my eyes with an unsettling calm. A small, polite smile played on my lips, and somehow it felt like mockery“Still cleaning up Bruce's messes, Clarissa?” she asked smoothly, her lip curving.The words hit me harder, though her tone was soft and friendly. I didn't answer immediately. I simply held her gaze, settling into a seat opposite her.“Oh, pardon my manners,” She said, apologising for what I had no idea of. “I'm sorry for keeping you standing.”I said nothing to her, my gaze still fixed on her.“You're not going to answer me or say something?” She asked me. “You're still cleaning his messes, aren't you?”“Funny,” I said at last. “I could say the same abou