All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

VICTORIAAll through the rest of the day comments kept flooding the post.Some people acted shocked. Some claimed they always knew I was trouble. Some wrote long threads about revenge, fame, and my past marriage. Others dragged Trent’s name into it like he was the innocent one in the story.Diana added to the chaos with a short post that said, “Some women never learn.” She didn’t tag anyone, but everyone knew exactly who she meant. My chest burned. I’d worked for years to build my name, my company, and my peace, but at the same time, I knew something so small could flip everything over in one night.Clark stood beside me. “This will die down,” he said.“No, it won’t,” I said.And I was right. The internet moved too fast. By the time the next day came around, more blogs had picked up the story. Some called me a homewrecker. Some said I was trying to ruin Trent’s marriage. Some said I was doing it for attention. It didn’t matter that none of it was true.At noon, numerous reporters ga

VICTORIAI stepped back from the window so fast that my elbow hit the side table. My heart was thumping really hard. I didn’t even blink.“Someone’s up there,” I whispered.Clark cursed under his breath and grabbed his phone. His eyes were fixed right on me as he spoke to security. His voice was very sharp and within minutes, he had the building security and his personal team checking the rooftop of the building opposite mine.Ten minutes later, he got a call.There was no sign of anyone, no footprints, no forgotten items, nothing. It seemed like the person had been made of smoke.Clark ran a hand down his face. “They couldn’t have vanished that quickly.”“Well, apparently they did,” I said, even though my voice shook a little.He started pacing. “I’m increasing security around you. No more windows left open and no blinds up either. You’ll call me if you even hear a bird sneeze.”I nodded because arguing with him when he was in this mode never worked.After he left, I stood in the mi

VICTORIAChills ran down my spine as I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and hit Isabella’s number. She picked up right away.“Vee? What’s wrong?” Her voice was sharp.“Come. Now,” I said. “Please.”That was all I managed. I didn’t trust my voice to say more. I hung up, got off the bed, and backed away like the photo itself was dangerous.Isabella arrived in less than ten minutes, which meant she must have run through half the building. She pushed the door open and hurried inside. Her eyes landed on my face first, then the phone abandoned on the table.“What happened?” she asked.I handed her the phone. She took one look and her hand flew to her mouth.“Victoria,” she whispered. “This person is inside the penthouse.”I shook my head too fast. “No. I checked. Clark checked. Everything was clear. We looked everywhere.”“Clearly you missed something,” Isabella said, her voice sounding shaky.“I didn’t miss anything,” I said, though deep down, fear was crawling up my spine. “Clark check

VICTORIAFor a second, I couldn’t move. The photo on Clark’s phone was burned into my memory so clearly that it felt like the shadowy figure was still standing behind me. I tried to breathe, but it came out harshly. The room felt too bright, too small, and too crowded. Clark didn’t waste any time. He signaled to the guards, and they all rushed toward the hallway.“Come on,” Clark said, sliding his hand to the small of my back as he started pulling me along. “We’re going to your office right now.”I didn’t say anything. My legs carried me along, while my heart slammed against my ribs. Every turn in the hallway made me flinch. Every open door made me tighten my jaw. I hated it. I hated that someone had slipped into my space like it was very easy. It felt as though they had more control of the place than I did.When we got to the office floor, Clark didn’t wait for the elevator to fully open before stepping out. The guards stayed close, two in front and one behind, moving in sync like t

VICTORIA“Clark…” My voice sounded too small.He grabbed the phone right out of my hand before I could even show him the screen. His eyes scanned it once, twice, and then his jaw clenched. I watched the muscle jump near his ear. He almost looked like he wanted to put a fist through a wall.I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even move. I just sat there and watched him breathe like he was trying not to explode.“This person is everywhere,” I finally whispered.Clark kept staring at the photo. His hand shook a little, just for a second. “We’ll find him,” he said. His voice was low, like he was trying to calm me and himself at the same time. “I swear, Victoria.”“But what if this is only the beginning?” I said.Clark didn’t answer right away. He just stared at the glass wall ahead of us, like he was waiting to see a shadow move outside or he expected someone to walk right up to the window.That silence felt worse than anything else.When he didn’t say a word, I felt something cold spread all