All Chapters of The Goddess of Divorce Made Me His Boss : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Elena POVTwo weeks after my meeting with Mr. Santiago, I sat in my office surrounded by carefully prepared documents that would destroy Vanya Reed's life completely. The stack of papers on my desk looked innocent enough, but they contained enough fabricated evidence to send her to prison for decades."Are you sure these documents will pass inspection?" I asked Santiago, who sat across from my desk looking as professional as any legitimate businessman."Mrs. Westbrook, my team has been creating financial evidence for twenty years," he said calmly. "These bank records, transaction histories, and accounting documents are indistinguishable from real ones. No forensic accountant will be able to prove they're fake."I picked up one of the documents and examined it closely. It showed large cash deposits into Goddess Jewelry's business accounts with no clear source, along with suspicious transfers to offshore accounts. According to these fake records, Vanya had been laundering money through

Richmond POVI stood outside Marcus Thompson's law office at six in the morning, knowing he would be there early preparing Vanya's defense. The news of her arrest had been playing on every channel for twelve hours, and I had spent the entire night mobilizing every resource in my business empire to investigate the conspiracy against her.The security guard in the lobby recognized me immediately. "Mr. Fernandez, sir! I didn't expect to see you here so early.""I need to speak with Marcus Thompson urgently," I said, heading straight for the elevators. "It's about the Vanya Reed case."Marcus looked surprised when I walked into his office without knocking. He was surrounded by stacks of legal documents and empty coffee cups, clearly having worked through the night."Richmond? What are you doing here? And how did you get past building security?"I took a deep breath and made the decision that would change everything. "My name is Richmond Fernandez. I own Fernandez Real Estate, Fernandez Co

Marcus POVI sat in the federal building's conference room at seven in the morning, surrounded by evidence boxes and legal documents that painted a terrifying picture of the conspiracy against Vanya. Agent Martinez had been showing me financial records, witness statements, and forensic reports for the past three hours, and every piece of evidence made me realize how much deeper this went than I had imagined."Mr. Thompson, we've been investigating Elena Westbrook for six months on unrelated financial crimes," Agent Martinez explained, pointing to a thick file on the table. "When her conspiracy against Ms. Reed came to light, it gave us the missing piece we needed to build a solid case against her.""How did you discover the conspiracy?" I asked, taking notes on everything he was telling me."We got a tip from someone with access to Elena's private communications," the agent replied. "Someone who had been recording conversations and gathering evidence of her illegal activities.""Who w

Vanya POVI sat on the cold metal bench in my federal holding cell at three in the morning, unable to sleep despite the exhaustion weighing down every part of my body. The orange jumpsuit they had given me smelled like industrial detergent and defeat, and the fluorescent lights never turned off, making it impossible to forget where I was even for a moment."Vanya Reed, inmate 47892," the guard had said when they processed me earlier that evening. "You're being held pending trial for money laundering, conspiracy to commit fraud, and operating a criminal enterprise."The words felt surreal, like someone else's nightmare that I had accidentally walked into. Three days ago, I had been planning my company's expansion into New York. Now I was facing the possibility of spending the next thirty years in federal prison for crimes I had never even imagined committing.My cellmate was a woman named Carmen who had been arrested for tax evasion related to her beauty salon business. She had been wa

Elena POVI sat in my penthouse office overlooking Sacramento, watching the morning news coverage of Vanya Reed's federal charges with deep satisfaction. The reporter was describing her as a "fallen business empire" and discussing how her jewelry company would likely collapse under the weight of the criminal investigation."Perfect," I murmured to myself, sipping my coffee while reading online articles about Vanya's downfall. Every news outlet was treating her as guilty, and social media was full of people expressing shock that the "inspiring success story" had turned out to be a fraud.My phone rang, displaying the number of my private investigator, James Sullivan."Elena, we have a problem," he said immediately when I answered."What kind of problem? Vanya is in federal custody awaiting trial. The case is proceeding exactly as planned.""Someone has been investigating our activities," James said, his voice tense. "Professional investigators have been asking questions about your con