All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 108 — A Warning Filed in InkThe police station smelled like disinfectant and restraint.Melissa sat upright in the hard plastic chair, hands folded neatly on her lap, spine straight, face composed. Anyone watching would think she was there on business another contract, another negotiation.Only the faint tension in her jaw betrayed her.The officer across from her slid the document forward. “Once you sign this, it becomes official. A record. If he violates it, consequences escalate.”Melissa glanced at the name printed neatly on the page.Jaden Cole.She didn’t flinch.“I’m aware,” she said calmly.The officer hesitated. “You’re sure about this? Given what happened last night, many people would"“change their mind?” she finished. “No.”She took the pen.The ink flowed smoothly as she signed, each stroke deliberate. Final. There was power in paper she had learned that the hard way.When she handed it back, the officer nodded, professional. “He’ll be served today. A formal warn

CHAPTER 110 — Lies That Spread Like FireThe lie was smart.Melissa recognized that immediately.It didn’t accuse her directly. It asked questions. It planted doubt. It wore the careful language of “concern” and “anonymous sources,” the kind that slid into the mind quietly and refused to leave.By morning, her name was everywhere.Not screamed whispered.Boardrooms paused mid-discussion when she walked in. Assistants lowered their voices. A senior partner who had once greeted her with warmth now shook her hand a second too long, eyes searching her face as if truth might leak from her skin.Melissa noticed everything.She always had.Her assistant placed a tablet on the table during the executive briefing. “Another article dropped. Different outlet. Same angle.”Melissa scanned the headline.WILL.N: BUILT ON SHADOWS?Questions surrounding Melissa Williams’ rapid rise.Rapid rise.As if resilience were suspicious.As if survival required permission.“Timeline?” Melissa asked calmly.“Fi

Chapter 112 — Lies Without FacesMelissa knew something was wrong long before anyone said it out loud.It began quietly, the way disasters always did. A missed call from an investor who usually never ignored her. A delayed response from a board member who once replied within minutes. At first, she brushed it off. People were busy. Markets fluctuated. Silence didn’t always mean danger.But silence had a sound.It echoed in the spaces where trust used to be.She found the first article late at night, long after the city outside her glass walls had gone to sleep. The glow of her laptop illuminated her face as she scrolled, her fingers slowing when she saw her name printed in bold letters.Anonymous sources claim Melissa Hale falsified company records to gain control of assets.Her breath caught.She reread the line twice. Then three times. It didn’t make sense. The claims were vague, poorly sourced, yet confidently written designed not to prove anything, but to plant doubt. By morning, d

CHAPTER 114 — When Allies Wear MasksThe first official notice arrived before noon.Melissa stared at the embossed seal on the document as though it might blink and confess it was a mistake. Regulatory review. Preliminary investigation. Language wrapped in politeness, but sharp enough to draw blood.This wasn’t gossip anymore.This was war.She signed calmly, her pen steady despite the noise rising in her head. Years of discipline had taught her one thing panic was a luxury she could not afford.Once alone, she locked the office door and exhaled.Someone had planned this carefully. Not a single blow, but many small, precise cuts meant to weaken her before the final strike. False claims, planted articles, regulatory pressure. Whoever it was understood timing. Understood her.She understood them too.Melissa picked up her phone and dialed her legal counsel. “I want a full audit,” she said. “Internal and external. Start with anyone who had access to confidential filings.”After hanging u

CHAPTER 116 — When the Mask SlipsThe invitation arrived at exactly 8:17 a.m.Gold-embossed. Exclusive. Carefully leaked to the press an hour later.CONNOR HOLDINGS & WILL.N — STRATEGIC FUTURE ANNOUNCEMENT.Melissa stared at the screen without blinking.“He’s forcing my hand,” she said calmly.Her board members were already panicking.“This is aggressive,” one of them said.“He wants to look bigger than us,” another added.“If we don’t respond, the market will assume”“That I’m weak?” Melissa finished softly.Silence fell.She stood up slowly, smoothing the sleeve of her jacket. “Good. Let them assume.”Someone laughed nervously. “Ma’am?”Melissa’s eyes lifted, sharp and alive. “Because men who underestimate women give them room to end wars.”Across the city, Tyrone Connor watched the stock ticker with satisfaction. Will.N’s shares dipped slightly not a crash, just enough to stir doubt.He raised his glass.“She’s cornered,” he said to his advisor. “She won’t risk public refusal.”“Yo