All Chapters of Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BRUCE. I paced about in my study, feeling extremely restless and confused. Sweat beads gathered on my forehead and dripped down my face despite the chill air blowing from the split-unit air conditioner placed at the far end of the room, and the air felt heavier than usual. I had my right hand placed below my jaw as I walked to and fro the ends of the office, replaying every single word I’d heard from Isabella just before I had hung up. And in all the thoughts that reeled in my mind, one thing was clear — I’d been a fool, and had walked into my own death trap without knowing. I tried to think of the first time Isabella had reached out to me, and I shook my head sadly as I thought of how easily she had manipulated me, feeding my ego and whispering enough poison into my ears to make me act against Clarissa, a woman who had clearly done me no wrong. I’d fallen for her tricks so cheaply and so deeply that it was too late t

CLARISSA. I stood in the middle of our living room, staring into space as my mind raced with thoughts. I turned to glance briefly at the television’s screen directly opposite me, glass of whiskey in hand, and I smiled to myself as I read the headline displayed boldly across the screen, at the top of the news headlines for the day.  Montclair Group Takes The US Tech Space By Storm Just As Riss & Lake Wallows In Corporate Controversy. The Clarissa Effect, as always. Me. It had been three weeks since I had fully assumed her new role as the head of my father’s company, and, as though it was a welcome distraction, I had myself fully immersed in the job, a position which was quite demanding due to the number of branches my father had established, scattered in other parts of the country, but I’d proved to be up to the task. And with my Montclair identity now made public,

CLARISSA. I stared at my reflection as I stood before the mirror in my office, my hands placed behind me. My reflection stared back at me… composed, polished, and influential — but beneath those, a storm raged in me.  What the hell was going on? Everything was happening so fast, and every single scandal seemed to have me involved. I was even more convinced that this was a game, a direct but subtle attack on me, and my resolve to fish out the person, no matter who, became even stronger. But for now, I was in a deep mess.  Somehow, in my anger at Bruce’s betrayal, I had, with the help of Devan, hired an investigative journalist to see if Bruce had any secrets. He had come back with good results, Bruce and I paid him off after we had gotten what we wanted — dark deep secrets Bruce had kept away from me over the years. I had intended to use them all against him when I eventually charged him

DEVAN.I sat in my study turned private surveillance room, my eyes fixed on the digital map glowing in front of me. Tiny red and green markers dotted the screen indicating movements, locations, and security clearance zones, just like I had configured it to be. I continued to stare at the screen quietly, but beneath my silence, I could feel the heavy weight of my heart thumping loudly against my chest.I had kept my ears to the ground and had placed underdogs at every angle to sniff out the slightest information or update about anything that might have to do with either Bruce or Clarissa, and over the last few days, my security network had gathered intel on Bruce’s increased and even more pressurizing threats, and in a twinkle of an eye, he no longer seemed interested in public humiliation or any ‘out-of-court’ settlement. His recent messages now sounded more deadly, indicating a physical and permanent removal from the picture. I’d become extremely worried about Clarissa’s safety and i

CLARISSA. I spent the entire night feeling restless, tossing and turning on the bed as I thought about my conversation with Devan earlier that evening. I wouldn’t say that I couldn’t see reasons to every security measure Devan was trying to put in place for me, and God knows I really appreciated every single move he made for me, but somehow, despite the very obvious danger signs we saw, I still felt unfazed and insisted on my refusal to be confined to a place and watched over by a multitude of security officials. He had suggested talking to my father and asking him to speak to me himself, if that was going to make me listen to him, and I’d been against the idea, making sure to make him promise not to say a thing to my father. The Marcus Montclair that I knew would go way beyond even what Devan had done, and before I knew it, I would be moving around with at least ten men before and behind me, just so my safety would be assured.