All Chapters of Divorcing Mr CEO : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Serena walked quickly to her son, her heart still somersaulting inside her chest. She leaned down on his bed, her breath shallow and uneven. At that moment, her son sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “Mum…” he muttered softly. “I…” Before he could finish, Serena cut in, her voice trembling slightly. “What did you hear? Did you hear me saying something?” Max blinked at her in confusion. He hadn’t heard anything. He had only woken up when she stopped talking. He stared at her, bewildered, with his face being blank. “Max, dear,” Serena added quickly, her voice shaky. “Trust me, mummy isn’t a bad person, okay?” She spoke out of fear and curiosity, thinking her son had overheard her earlier conversation. “Mum, what are you talking about?” Max asked innocently.With that, Serena froze. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if he was pretending or truly didn’t know. But when Max added softly, “Mum, I’m feeling thirsty. That’s why I woke up,” relief washed through her like a wave.Then she le

Soon, Serena and her son arrived at their family doctor’s office. The morning light streamed through the tall window, falling across the white floor and the small silver instruments neatly arranged on the table. The room smelled faintly of disinfectant and lemon polish. A soft hum came from the air conditioner above. Everything looked calm, but yet Serena’s heart was beating fast. Max lay quietly on the test bed, with his hands resting by his sides. The doctor, a middle-aged man with gray hair and glasses, moved around him carefully. He placed his stethoscope against Max’s chest and listened for a moment. The rhythmic sound of the boy’s heartbeat echoed softly in the silent room. Serena sat across the room, watching with worry in her eyes. Her fingers kept touching the hem of her clothes as if she wanted to hold something. She watched the doctor’s serious face and then looked at her son. Max’s skin looked pale, and she could still see the weakness in his smile. The doctor le

The morning sun glowed faintly across the hills as the black, polished limousine rolled up the long, curving driveway of Blackwood Mansion. Soon the mansion itself soon came into view. Its tall marble pillars stood like guards of time, its wide glass windows gleaming under the morning light. The walls were a pale shade of cream, trimmed with gold carvings that gave it an air of quiet royalty. Neatly trimmed hedges lined the driveway, and the fountain at the center of the courtyard sprayed water that shimmered like diamonds. Everything about the mansion spoke of wealth, history, and power. The bodyguard behind the wheel drove through the tall iron gates and into the compound. As the car approached the entrance, two guards in black suits stood firmly at both sides of the door. The moment they spotted the limousine, they straightened up and bowed deeply. The car came to a smooth stop in front of the grand entrance. Immediately, two bodyguards stepped out, one from the front

The morning light seeped slowly through the tall curtains of the Blackwood mansion, casting long, soft stripes across the polished floor. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, as if it was holding its breath. Outside, the grand estate stretched wide and imposing, with neatly trimmed hedges and an iron gate that gleamed under the early sun. The faint hum of the morning breeze rustled through the trees, brushing softly against the walls of the mansion. The bodyguards, ever vigilant, stood silently at their posts, their eyes scanning the grounds. Inside, the living room smelled faintly of polished wood and lingering night air, mingled with the subtle aroma of fresh linens. In the room, Lira lay on her bed, slowly waking with a slight headache pressing against her temples. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft morning glow. Just then, she heard a knock on the door and, instinctively, sat up, pulling the blanket slightly off her shoulders. “Come in,” she muttered,

The morning sun slipped gently through the white curtains of the mansion and settled on Serena’s face. She stood before her mirror, her reflection glowing in the soft light. With steady hands, she applied a thin layer of gloss on her lips. The shine caught the light and made her lips look fuller, smoother, and too perfect. She admired herself quietly, tilting her head a little. Her brown luxury gown hugged her body, revealing the soft curves she was about to use to get what she wanted. The fabric shimmered faintly as she moved, and a small, devilish smile curved on her lips. She hummed an old song while she pressed her lips together, making sure the gloss settled just right. The room smelled faintly of her perfume. it was soft, sweet, and dangerous all at once. When she was done, She gave her reflection one last approving look. Then she turned and walked across her room toward the tall wooden shelves that lined the wall. Dozens of bags rested there in different co