All Chapters of Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The man walked toward the stage, his steps heavy yet full of certainty. With each stride, he drew closer to where Amora stood. Her heart seemed to stop beating, her breath caught in her throat. Goosebumps swept over her as she saw him wearing a strange smile—a smile more terrifying than the devil’s.No… who is he? Why is he getting closer to me? What does he want? Amora’s thoughts churned wildly, her knees nearly giving way beneath her.“Nooo!” Amora screamed, shattering the hall that had been filled with applause.Silence fell instantly. Every gaze turned to her, staring at the champion who suddenly behaved so oddly. Whispered murmurs rippled through the rows of the audience.But within seconds, Amora snapped back to her senses. Her eyes froze. The man was still standing in the same place, far from the stage. He hadn’t taken a single step closer. That dreadful smile haunting her had vanished. The entire scene had been nothing but her hallucination.“What… was that?” she whispered, cl

Vicktor did not recognize Amora’s face, now so strikingly different—more graceful, more captivating. Surgery, time, and old scars had transformed her into someone new. Yet Amora could never forget his face—the man who had once destroyed her life without mercy.“Miss, miss, are you all right?” Vicktor’s voice cut through, his hand waving in front of her blank expression.Amora snapped back to her senses, drawing in a deep breath. “Yes, I’m fine,” she finally replied, her tone calm though her heart trembled.“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Vicktor Caldwell.” He extended his hand, his confident smile unmistakable.Amora stared at the gesture for a few seconds before meeting it with a faint smile. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Caldwell. I’m Elisha Guendwarda.”“Just call me Vicktor,” he responded quickly, his eyes fixed on her with admiration.“Oh, all right.” Amora gave a small smile, swallowing the bitterness lodged in her chest. “Vicktor, would you care to join me for some wine?

Amora’s fists clenched tightly, the veins in her hands straining as she fought to contain the explosion of emotions within her. Her face hardened, and her sharp gaze never left the woman who had just walked in.Lucy.The woman moved with elegance, as if the room belonged solely to her. Amora would never forget how Lucy had once humiliated and belittled her in front of so many people. She was the same woman who had stolen the happiness that should have been hers.If not for her new face, Lucy would have already recognized her. For the sake of her revenge plan, Amora had to endure—pretend to be surprised, pretend not to know.“Vick, who is this woman?” Lucy asked, her voice dripping with jealousy, her eyes narrowing sharply at Amora.“Lucy,” Vicktor cleared his throat lightly, “this is Elisha Guendwarda. Shane Group’s new model. She will be replacing Silvia.”Amora nodded politely, forcing a thin smile. It was a smile born out of necessity, yet convincing enough to appear genuine to any

When Vicktor returned to his office, Lucy’s sharp eyes immediately fixed on him. There was fire burning in that gaze, yet Vicktor chose to ignore it. Without saying a word, he walked calmly toward his desk and sank into his chair. His fingers instantly danced across the laptop’s keyboard, as if Lucy were nothing more than a shadow he could dismiss.“Vick, what’s wrong with you?!” Lucy’s voice cracked, laced with fury. “Why would you demean yourself for that girl?! Don’t you realize you’re not just some ordinary man—you’re a CEO!”Vicktor slowly lifted his face, his weary eyes meeting his wife’s. But Lucy pressed on relentlessly.“Do you... do you like Elisha?” The words finally spilled out, slicing through the silence between them. Lucy’s tone trembled, whether from anger or fear of losing him, it was hard to tell.Vicktor exhaled a long breath. “Lucy...” His voice was quiet, but cold. “If you keep being this jealous, no model will want to work with Shane Group.”“But I—” Lucy tried t

“Just a few minutes ago I drove you home, and now you’re already calling me, Elisha. Why? Don’t tell me… you missed me.” Vicktor’s voice carried that teasing tone, as usual brimming with confidence.Amora, lounging on the sofa and twirling the ends of her hair, smirked slyly before answering. “Your confidence level is far too high, Mr. Caldwell.”A soft laugh followed her words.“Because I’m too handsome and too delightful. Anyone would easily miss me,” Vicktor shot back, boasting without the slightest hint of shame.Amora arched her brows, her laughter crisp and mocking. “Yes, yes, whatever you say.” But her laughter was no sign of admiration—it was laced with subtle derision. To her, Vicktor was nothing more than a fool, a man far too easy to play with.Suddenly, Vicktor’s tone grew more serious. “Tell me, why did you call me?”“I just wanted to ask… when can I start working? Or at least do the product photoshoot?” Amora kept her voice sweet, as if she carried no hidden agenda.“Of