All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

12 Chapters

The Divorce

“Mrs Wilson” the secretary’s voice was cold and full of contempt. She placed a thick folder on the glass table that separated them. “Mr Wilson asked me to deliver these divorce papers, all you need to do is sign.”On the other side of the booth, dressed in the plain gray uniform of the prison sat Vanessa Lucas, once the socialite wife of Jacob Wilson now reduced to a convict in the eyes of the world. She didn’t touch the folder. Her gaze sharp despite the dark circles under. Her eyes shifted from the papers to the secretary, Vanessa's lips curved into a faint mocking smile “So this is how it is? Jacob can’t even face me himself?”The secretary, Bella crossed her arms with a smirk “Why should he? You’re not worth his time anymore and you’ve already ruined his reputation enough as it is. Honestly, Madam you should just be grateful he’s letting you walk away clean.”Vanessa leaned back in her chair eyes steady “Tell him if he wants this divorce, he’ll have to look me in the eye and say i

THE MISSION

“General Lucas, please step inside.” The heavy doors of the conference room slid openinside, a line of officials rose to their feet their chairs scraped back in unison and then came the sound of dozens of voices “General Lucas” Vanessa stopped at the head of the table her expression stayed calm. “At ease.”The President himself stood at the center his tone carried authority “Vanessa Lucas, today we acknowledge your years of sacrifice.”He motioned and an aide stepped forward with a velvet box.The lid opened and inside lay the badge of a Five-Star General.The President’s voice rang out "From this moment you are promoted to Five-Star General of the nation.”Applause filled the room.Vanessa’s lips curved faintly “I accept. Thank you Mr. President i only hope this means I can finally retire in peace.”“Retire?” The President’s brows lifted his voice hardened “No. Not yet.”The applause died instantly.Vanessa’s gaze sharpened “Sir, I have given everything isn’t it time to let me go?”

THE CONFRONTATION

At the hotel entrance, Vanessa reached out and stopped Damien with a firm hand before he could open his door.“You go in first.”Damien tilted his head puzzled “Why?”“I need to keep a low profile,” she replied her tone even but firm. “It will not look good if people see me walking in with the son of the Chamber of Commerce president.”His brows furrowed together “you’re too cautious what is the worst that could happen?”Her lips curled lightly but her eyes remained sharp “The worst is that my mission fails even before it begins.”Damien let out a groan, throwing his head back against the scattered cushion. “Mission, mission, mission Is there any room in your head for me?”She ignored his complaint and reached for the door handle. “Go.” Her voice carried a warning edge. “Don't allow me repeat myself.”He snorted dramatically then leaned over, eyes glinting with naughtiness “Fine. But I won’t leave empty handed.”Before she could react his lips brushed her cheek in a quick stolen kiss.

SHATTERED

“Boss!”The two hotel security guards froze with their shoulders stiffening the moment they recognized Damien. The unfriendliness in their eyes evaporated, replaced by absolute fear.“Boss, we we didn’t realize you were here” one stammered his voice shaking.Damien’s gaze swept over them like a blade. “Shut up.”The men’s faces drained of color.“Get out of my sight,” Damien said coldly each word bitten off. “Before I decide you’re next.”The guards almost fell over each other as they ran away bowing repeatedly, saying apologies before disappearing down the hall.The sudden silence was choking.Mrs. Aurora’s eyes moved between Damien and the bodyguards arranged behind him. Each of those men stood tall, their expressions blank radiating the kind of quiet threat that only came from years of loyalty and violence.Her stomach strangled. This wasn’t just some rich playboy clinging to Vanessa. Whoever he was, he was dangerous... far beyond her imagination.“You” she hesitated, her voice tre

THE BROKEN PENDANT

Upstairs in the hotel suite, Damien layed comfortably on the couch while Vanessa sat rigidly in the armchair, her gaze fixed on the small velvet pouch in her hand.“Give it here,” Damien said suddenly holding out his palm.Vanessa blinked clutching the pouch tighter “What?”“The necklace.” His tone was relaxed but his eyes were fixed “Let me have it.”Her lips pressed into a fine line “It’s broken there’s no point”“There’s always a point,” Damien cut her off. “I know someone who can fix it hand it over.”She hesitated that pendant was her father’s heirloom could it really be repaired?Damien exhaled “Do you trust me?” Her gaze flickered “Yes.” “Then give it to me.”After a long pause Vanessa placed the pouch in his palm her voice dropped “If it can be restored, I will owe you.”“You already owe me plenty,” Damien smirked, pocketing the pouch. “But I’ll take interest later.”Vanessa shook her head faintly “Thank you.”He leaned back examining her grim face “You look like someone just

THE CHARITY BANQUET

“Vanessa, I swear, if you look like that all night, people will start whispering,” Damien said adjusting her dress with a teasing grin.“I look good,” Vanessa said stepping back to regain her personal space. “And I don’t need you fussing over me.”“Fussing?” Damien raised a brow, his smile widening “Vanessa, am not fussing. I’m just making sure the world doesn’t mistake you for some shy little lady who just crawled out of the prison.”“shy?” she repeated with her voice sharp. “Do I look shy to you?”“hmm maybe a little underneath all this perfection.” He tilted his head studying her “You know i expected you to glare at me the entire way here.”“I’m not here for your entertainment Damien,” she said calmly and stepped forward to glance at the grand entrance of the banquet hall. “I’m here because this banquet is part of my mission ok.”Damien groaned brushing a hand through his dark hair. “Mission, mission, mission when will I get to be part of this your mission?”“You’re not part of this

THE WHISPERED

Vanessa’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she moved through the crowd with Damien at her side “keep your voice low i need to hear everything,” she whispered leaning toward him.Damien’s dark eyes scanned the room, lips curved into a faint smirk “everything?” he asked “so you want me to be a spy too now?”“You already are,” she replied without looking at him. “Eyes everywhere with your ears open “that’s your job tonight.”He chuckled softly “fine but you owe me one for this or maybe more than one.”Vanessa didn’t respond because she had no time for jokes. Across the room a man in a sleek black suit leaned in close to some group of officials Vanessa caught pieces of conversation carefully filtering out the irrelevant ones.Damien’s voice was low in her ear. “I think our friend over there just mentioned your father’s old case files on Something about evidence that disappeared.”Vanessa froze and her eyes narrowed “which ones?” she asked.“The documents from the Lucas family est

COLD ROOMS, SHARP EDGES

The elevator doors slid open without a single sound, Vanessa stepped out first.The penthouse was dark, exactly how she had left it with floor to ceiling windows drawn-out across the far wall.The city below glowed like a living organism, alive, indifferent and dangerous. She didn’t pause to admire it, but then she moved with purpose, heels quiet against marble, shoulders upright and spine straight.Whatever softness had existed in her posture weeks ago was now gone.Damien followed setting his bag down near the kitchen island. He didn’t speak immediately. He’d learned over years of proximity that Vanessa Lucas in silence was not vacant...it was calculating.She stopped at the center of the room and turned back to Lock the doors, engaged the secondary bolts and then the tertiary system.Only then did she exhale.This place was never meant to be home. It was a vantage point. A tower. Somewhere to see without being seen. And now, finally, it would serve its original purpose.Damien brok

EYES THAT BLINK BACK

Wilson Corporation’s headquarters looked the same as it always had with glass, steel and a quiet arrogance rising into the sky like a monument to power.Jacob noticed it instantly because it did not feel the same.He paused just outside the revolving doors, fingers tightening around his phone.Something about the air seamed rehearsed. Too clean. Too still. The guards at the entrance nodded the same way they always did but the timing was somehow off.A second too late. A fraction too measured.“Are you alright sir?” one of them asked.Jacob gave a polite nod and stepped inside “fine.”But he wasn’t.Inside the lobby, the security cameras followed him—or rather, they followed past him. He felt it in the way the lenses adjusted, not locking directly, but hovering.Observing from angles that suggested interest, not protocol.He entered the elevator alone while watching the reflection of the mirrored walls. His own face stared back, composed and unreadable but behind him the reflection of

GHOST FILES

The apartment had stopped feeling like a penthouse and started feeling like a command center with its screens glowing against the darkened glass walls and blue with white reflections cutting across Vanessa’s face as she stood motionless in the center of the space. Damien adjusted one of the monitors behind her, the soft hum of hardware and encrypted servers filling the silence. Outside, the city moved with its usual differences but inside something colder had taken cause.Vanessa did not look at the screens yet because she didn't need to.“You’re sure these archives should not exist anymore,” she said, her voice even, controlled and stripped of emotion.Damien nodded “officially? They were wiped twelve years ago with Fire, Water damage, corruption. Pick your excuse.”“And unofficially?”He hesitated “unofficially… they were buried deliberately.”That finally made her turn.Her eyes were now sharp and focused. Whatever softness had existed in the woman who walked out of prison had burn

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