Semua Bab AFTER MY DIVORCE, I HAD A SON FOR A COLD BILLIONAIRE : Bab 11 - Bab 18

CLARA The city lights shimmered like restless fireflies against the car window as Mason drove through the quiet streets. The engine hummed softly beneath the night’s stillness. I leaned back in my seat, one hand pressed against my forehead, the other clutching my phone that hadn’t stopped buzzing all day. I should have answered the last few emails, but my mind was too clouded. It had been one of those days — long, draining, and emotionally heavy. Anderson’s condition, Paris’s refusal to sign the contract, and the Erebos project hanging on a thread — everything was spiraling faster than I could hold it together. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until Mason’s voice cut through the quiet. “Rough day, ma’am?” I turned my head slightly. His eyes were still on the road, hands steady on the steering wheel. Mason had been the company driver for a year now. Dependable, kind, and loyal. The kind of man who never asked for too much and always showed up — rain or shine. There

CLARA The sharp click of the front door made me jump. My chest was still hammering, sweat prickling at my temples, and I spun toward the sound, half-expecting Sasha to strike again. My hands trembled slightly, still tingling from the adrenaline, and I could feel my heart racing faster than it should. Edward stepped in—his composure calm and solid, the kind of presence that made my racing thoughts slow down just enough to breathe. His eyes swept over the chaos in the foyer: shards of glass scattered across the marble, the angry red mark on my cheek, and Sasha’s smirk still lingering, full of satisfaction. “What happened here?” His voice was low, steady. Sasha’s smirk faltered for only a second before she tilted her head, forcing it back into place. “I guess you’re her new man. Don’t worry, just a little reunion gone wrong. You know how Clara gets when… emotions run high.” Anger surged through me, mixed with a raw, panicked fear. “She broke into my house! She threatened my s

The elevator doors slid open with a low chime, releasing me into a hallway that gleamed with wealth and quiet confidence. The walls were glass, the air faintly perfumed with something expensive and sterile — success, bottled and distributed in measured doses. I stepped out, heels clicking in sharp rhythm against the marble floor. Every movement was calculated. Calm. Controlled. I couldn’t afford to appear desperate, even if that’s exactly what I was. At the front desk, a young woman with sleek black hair and a headset looked up, smiling with the efficiency of someone trained to deal with people who mattered. “Good morning. How may I help you?” “Clara Everon,” I said smoothly, offering a polite nod. “I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Dalton.” Her smile didn’t falter as she typed quickly. “Of course, Ms. Everon. He’s expecting you. Please have a seat — his assistant will call you in shortly.” “Thank you.” I sat down on one of the pristine white chairs in the waiting area. Ever

CHRISTOPHER “So what do you say, Clara?” My tone was calm, deliberate, the kind of voice that could close billion-dollar deals without ever needing to raise its volume. I leaned back in my chair, fingers resting loosely on the desk, eyes fixed on the skyline beyond the glass wall. From this high up, everything looked small — manageable. Predictable. But her silence on the other end of the line didn’t feel small. It felt personal. “I cannot let you go on with this acquisition, Mr. Anderson,” she said finally. Her voice trembled, but not from fear. It was anger — fierce, raw, unfiltered. “Erebos isn’t just a company to me. It’s my life’s work. I built it from nothing. Every late night, every sacrifice — it all means something. I won’t let you take that from me.” Her words hit harder than I wanted them to. I drew in a slow breath, steady and measured, while my chest tightened under the weight of something I couldn’t quite name. “You think I want to destroy Erebos?” I asked, voice