All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

VICTORIA I didn’t say anything for a while. I just stared at the coordinates for a few seconds, letting them settle in my head like they meant more than just a location.I picked up my phone and walked toward the door. Clark didn’t argue with me after that. He followed me out, staying close without trying to take control. That was one thing about him. He knew when to push and when to hold back.The drive felt longer than it should have. Not because of traffic, but because of what was waiting at the end of it. Neither of us spoke much. The silence wasn’t empty. It was full of questions neither of us wanted to ask yet.When we finally pulled up to the building, I looked up at it for a second. It didn’t stand out. Just another high-end place that blended in with everything else.We moved inside together. The lobby was quiet, almost too quiet, like the place had been cleared out for a reason. I didn’t slow down. If this was a trap, I would deal with it when it happened.The elevator ride

CLARKI saw it the second she turned the file toward me.My name sat there like it had been waiting for this exact moment. There was no way to deny it.For a second, everything in the room felt too quiet. Like even the air had stopped moving just to watch what I would do next.Victoria didn’t say anything. She just held the file up, her eyes fixed on me sharply.“Why is your name here?” she asked.Her voice wasn’t loud. But then again, it didn’t need to be.I exhaled slowly and kept my face calm. “Because I worked on early models,” I said.That was the truth. Just not all of it.She didn’t react right away. She lowered the file slightly, but her eyes didn’t leave mine.“Models for what?” she asked.I took a step closer. “For legal identity structures,” I said. “It was just a theory back then. Nothing real.”“That doesn’t look like just theory,” she replied.I glanced at the pages again. I knew exactly what she was seeing. Diagrams. Notes. Timelines.Things that should have stayed buri

VICTORIABut I didn’t end up stepping back.That was the first thing I noticed about myself in that moment. I stayed right there, close enough to feel the heat from his body, close enough to see every small shift in his expression.Clark didn’t move either.We just stood there, facing each other, with too many things sitting between us that neither of us wanted to say out loud.The room felt smaller. Tighter too. Like the walls had moved in just to watch what would happen next.“You knew what it could become,” I said again, softer this time.It wasn’t because I wasn’t sure. It was because I wanted to hear how he would say it again.His jaw tightened just slightly before he answered. “I knew what it was,” he repeated.That answer sat there for a second. Then I let out a small breath. “That’s not the same thing.”He didn’t reply immediately.And that silence… it did something to me. Because Clark wasn’t the kind of man who stayed quiet unless he was choosing to.And right now, he was c

VICTORIAThe moment the door closed behind us, the silence changed.It felt like everything we had just said outside had followed us in and settled into the walls.I stood there for a second, my hand still resting on the door handle, my mind trying to reset. The space looked the same. The lights were soft, the furniture was exactly where it had always been, and the city still stretched out through the glass.Nothing had moved, but something had shifted, and I could feel it.Clark walked past me like he had done it a hundred times before. He didn’t pause or hesitate. He just moved through the space as if he belonged there and nothing had changed.That annoyed me more than I wanted to admit.I let out a slow breath and pushed myself away from the door, walking deeper into the penthouse. I moved toward the desk and picked up my tablet, forcing my attention onto the screen. I had messages, reports, and legal updates waiting.All of it was important. This was what mattered.Not him. Not

VICTORIAThe moment our lips met, everything else dropped away.The kiss wasn’t soft or careful or anything I could pretend was a mistake. It felt direct, like something that had been waiting for too long and finally broke through. I didn’t think, and that was the problem.Because I always thought.This time, I didn’t.The tension that had been sitting between us all night had turned into something real. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t slow, and it didn’t give me space to step back. It pulled me in instead.And I let it.That was my second mistake.His reaction came half a second later. There was a pause, just small enough for me to notice it. That small moment where he could have pulled away.He didn’t.Then just like that, the hesitation disappeared like it had never been there. His hand moved to my arm, firm but not rough, steady in a way that made everything feel more certain.What scared me. wasn’t the kiss or the closeness of our bodies. It was him. Because it meant he wasn’t holdin