All Chapters of The Goddess of Divorce Made Me His Boss : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Richmond POVI sat in my home office at midnight, staring at computer screens filled with financial reports and security footage that made my blood boil. The evidence was clear - Bernard Fredrick had been systematically sabotaging Vanya's business deals for the past two months, and that woman Elena Westbrook was pulling his strings like a puppet master.My private investigator had done excellent work. The files spread across my desk contained bank records, phone calls, and video evidence showing Bernard meeting with Vanya's competitors, sharing confidential information about Goddess Jewelry's expansion plans, and deliberately sabotaging contracts worth millions of dollars.What made it worse was seeing how Elena manipulated Bernard. The recordings from his apartment showed her controlling every aspect of his life - when he ate, when he slept, when he could leave the house. She had turned him into her personal slave while using him to attack the woman I loved.The woman I loved who wou

Tracy POVThe early morning California sun felt strange on my face as I walked out of Sacramento County Correctional Facility carrying a small plastic bag with my personal belongings. Eighteen months in prison had felt like eighteen years, and I was surprised at how different everything looked outside the concrete walls I had grown used to.My parole officer had given me an address for a halfway house and fifty dollars in cash to get started with my new life. Fifty dollars. That was supposed to help me rebuild everything I had lost because I was stupid enough to let jealousy and anger control my actions.I had been released three months early for good behavior, which was ironic since I had spent most of my time in prison planning revenge against the woman who had put me there. But I had learned to keep those thoughts to myself and play the role of a reformed criminal who was ready to rejoin society.The truth was much darker. Eighteen months of sleeping on a narrow cot, eating terribl

Elena POVI sat in my executive office on the twentieth floor of the Westbrook Financial building, staring at quarterly reports that made my blood pressure rise with every number I read. Three of my major investments had failed to meet projected returns, two business partnerships had fallen through unexpectedly, and my real estate portfolio was showing losses for the first time in five years."This can't be right," I muttered to myself, pulling up the detailed analysis my financial team had prepared. "How did we lose the Morrison Hotel deal? We had a signed contract."My assistant knocked and entered with another stack of papers. "Ms. Westbrook, I have the reports you requested about the recent changes in Sacramento's business landscape.""Put them on my desk," I said without looking up from my computer screen. "And get me David Morrison on the phone. I need to understand why he backed out of our agreement.""Actually, ma'am, Mr. Morrison's representative already called this morning.

Richmond POVI stared at Marcus's response to my anonymous email, reading his rejection for the third time in disbelief. He refused to meet with me because I wouldn't reveal my identity. The irony was bitter - he was accusing me of the same thing Vanya had accused me of, hiding behind secrets and lies.But this wasn't about my pride anymore. This was about Vanya's life.I had spent the entire night going through the evidence my investigators had gathered about Elena and Bernard's conspiracy. The threats were real, the danger was immediate, and Tuesday's investor presentation was clearly their target date for whatever they were planning.Marcus thought he could protect Vanya through "legitimate channels," but he had no idea how sophisticated and dangerous these enemies really were. Elena had military-grade surveillance equipment, Bernard had inside access to Vanya's schedule, and they had hired professionals who specialized in making problems disappear permanently.My phone rang, and I

Vanya POVI woke up at five in the morning with my heart pounding and sweat covering my forehead. The nightmare had been so vivid I could still see flames consuming my jewelry workshop while shadowy figures watched from the darkness. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was or what was real.My necklace was warm against my skin, almost burning with intensity. Athena's presence filled my mind immediately, her voice more urgent than I had ever heard it."Wake up, my daughter. The attack has begun."I sat up in bed, suddenly fully alert. "What attack? What's happening?""Your enemies have started their final assault. They move against you from multiple directions, using weapons you cannot see and allies you do not suspect. You must prepare yourself for the greatest battle of your life."I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw seventeen missed calls and forty-three text messages. My hands shook as I opened the first few messages."Vanya, emergency at the office. Call me imme