THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-CONVICT WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“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

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.

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

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

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