The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The Billionaire’s Club in Manhattan felt less like a social hub and more like a temple carved out of money and ambition.Cassie had seen luxury before, but nothing like this. The building towered above the Hudson, a sweeping curve of glass and silver like a futuristic palace.Inside, the lighting was soft gold, glinting off champagne flutes and polished marble floors that reflected the skyline itself.Everywhere she looked, there were clusters of powerful men and women, CEOs, heirs, innovators, foreign royalty, speaking in low tones that carried both confidence and secrecy.A live orchestra played near the panoramic windows, their music underscored by the quiet hum of billion-dollar conversations.Sebastian guided her with a steady hand, his presence both reassuring and commanding.“This is your first night,” he murmured. “Just stay close. Watch everything.”Cassie nodded, forcing her heartbeat to slow.They approached a group of men and women standing near a bar crafted from black vol

The world stilled around Cassie, as though time itself paused to admire the man standing before her. Drake Connor carried a kind of effortless charm that could make any woman stumble yet Cassie wasn’t captivated by his allure. It was his presence, the ease with which he owned the space around him, the gentle confidence in his eyes. He was handsome, painfully so, and yet soft in a way men like Franklin, Frederick, or even Sebastian never were. “I’m… sorry,” Cassie murmured, heat crawling up her skin as she attempted to pull away from the strong chest she had collided with. But Sebastian’s hand moved first. He slipped an arm around her waist, steadying her and subtly pulling her back to his side. “Sorry, Drake. She didn’t mean to bump into you,” Sebastian said flatly. Drake Connor, however, didn’t move. His swag wasn’t normal. It was engineered. His suit hugged his form like it had been designed specifically to tempt the world. A few buttons undone revealed a stretch of toned che

Franklin sat there in silence, digesting Frederick’s words one heavy drop at a time. His mind drifted back unwillingly to the look in Cassie’s eyes during their encounter. Those tears weren’t fake. Sebastian’s immediate defense, Evan’s subtle disappointment… It all rolled through Franklin’s mind like pieces of a puzzle he suddenly wasn’t sure he understood. Could there truly be something different about her? “Calm down,” Franklin muttered, forcing some logic back into the conversation. “How many days since the divorce, anyway?” “Just yesterday,” Frederick replied, voice low and strained. “I gave her nothing, Frank. And she took nothing. Not a bracelet. Not a shoe. She has access to the safe, and she still left with nothing. Nothing.” Franklin paused. That didn’t fit the narrative he’d painted of Cassie for years. A woman with nothing to lose usually grabbed everything she could. He swallowed. “Do you think someone is helping her?” he asked carefully, needing desperately to clear

Franklin had met Frederick at the club that Saturday night in Chicago, the one notorious for its pulsing bass and glittering chaos.The music slammed against his eardrums like a physical force, each beat vibrating unpleasantly through his skull. He already regretted agreeing to come, but he couldn’t turn back now.At the sight of him, Frederick brightened instantly. “Bro, thanks for coming,” he said, relief and excitement blending in his voice.Asher and Lucien were already seated at the VIP table, surrounded by expensive wines that gleamed under neon lights. Champagnes, rare scotches, imported bottles that cost more than rent in half the city.The table screamed luxury, but the atmosphere did not soothe Franklin. If anything, it heightened his irritation.What truly threw him off, however, were the strange women beside Sienna, eyeing him like he was prey or prize. He thought tonight would be an all-men’s gathering, a straightforward conversation, maybe a distraction. He hadn’t expect

Drake was marvelled, almost amused, even. Everyone at the Billionaire’s Club warmed up to Franklin, but never to him.Drake stood out like a dark, unmoving pillar in a room full of men who bowed easily. He was the only one who did not hold shares in Franklin’s empire, and Franklin owned none in his.Their separation was deliberate, strategic, and hostile in its own quiet way.His reason was simple. Franklin was becoming too powerful, and someone had to draw a line.Drake had refused Franklin’s offer in front of his own board, causing confusion so thick it nearly cracked the table. No one refused Franklin, not with the pedigree he carried, not with the terrifying trajectory of his wealth. But Drake did, and he did so without flinching.Because he understood exactly what Franklin was doing. Franklin’s move was brilliant, Partner only with the Manhattan branch of Titan Capital Group.It was the same tactic Franklin had used across c