All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

VICTORIAI didn't move.Not a single muscle. Not my hands, my jaw, or my eyes. I kept my face the way I had trained it to be in every boardroom and courtroom I had walked into over the last three years: completely, perfectly neutral.Serena Park.My lead attorney. The woman who had been next to me in courtrooms and meetings. She knew every sensitive conversation about the case. She’d known about Lena before almost anyone else on the team. She’d helped to build our entire legal position from the ground up. She had access to every document, every plan, and every detail of what we were doing and when we were going to do it.I sent the all-clear message to Calloway with a thirty-minute extension. I did it with one hand while looking at Nathaniel, keeping my expression exactly the same while I typed.Then I set my phone down and started thinking.I went back through the last several months in my head, pulling moments like files from a cabinet. There had always been a leak. Preston, the jun

VICTORIAI didn't waste time after Diana said what she said.My mother wasn't in Connecticut anymore. Someone had moved her. And Diana knew exactly where.I kept my voice steady. "Where is she?""I'll tell you," Diana said. "But you need to hear the rest of it first. Because what's coming in the next forty-eight hours is way bigger than just your mother."I didn't like that. I didn't like being told what to hear first. But I stayed quiet and allowed her to talk.Diana had been moved to a safe house. Not a prison or a holding room, but a proper safe house, fully arranged and paid for by Celestine's people. And that, Diana explained, was the part that should worry me."She's not keeping me here because she's afraid of me," Diana said. "She's keeping me here because she thinks I'm useful."That seemed obvious right after Diana explained it to me. Celestine didn't invest in things that weren't going to pay off. If she had moved Diana into protection, it meant she had already decided Diana

VICTORIATen days.I drove back with the folder on my lap and the number sitting in my head like a stone.Ten days to do something that would take most people ten months to prepare for. A federal court testimony wasn't something to walk into casually. There were depositions, legal prep sessions, coordination with prosecutors, and the whole process of making sure that what was said on record couldn't be twisted or used against you later.And that wasn't even the hardest part. The hardest part was everything else happening at the same time.I started laying it all out in my head on the drive back.I thought about the court case first. The judge was expected to deliver his ruling within the week. That ruling needed to be clear, without any complications, or the entire trust situation would get messier. If the ruling came back wrong or came back at the wrong time, then everything else would get tangled up in the fallout.Then the probate filing. Dr. Dale was moving as fast as she could, b

VICTORIAI didn’t sleep again after Clark showed me that photo.I just stood there in the quiet apartment, holding the phone in my hand, staring at it like it would change if I looked long enough. But it didn’t. It stayed the same.It was me in the picture. But not the me I knew.This was the old version of me. The one from that night. My anniversary night. The night everything with Trent broke.I could even see the dress clearly. I remembered that dress too well. I had picked it myself. I had smiled in it when I thought that night would mean something good.But in the photo, I was standing over a man I didn’t know, and my hands were raised like I had done something. As I stared at it again, my chest felt tight.“This is fake,” I whispered to myself.Clark was still standing near the table. He looked tense. His jaw was tight like he was holding back a lot.“We should call Calloway now,” he said.“No,” I said quickly.He frowned. “Victoria, this is serious. If he sees this before we ex

VICTORIAThe seven names Elio pulled from the old project folder were women I knew—some of them, at least. There was a corporate lawyer from Chicago who had lost a big civil case against a drug company three years back and then just vanished from public life. A state senator from Virginia who had quietly dropped out of a re-election race, saying it was for personal reasons. A fashion designer in Milan who had been publicly destroyed and lost her company in a custody fight that seemed to come out of nowhere.All of them had been hit right before a major moment in their careers. All of them had lost.I thought about that for exactly as long as it took me to finish my second cup of coffee. Then I picked up my phone and called the Chicago lawyer. Her name was Miriam Cole.She answered on the third ring. Her voice was hesitant, like someone who had learned the hard way not to trust calls she wasn't expecting. I told her who I was and what I had found. She paused for a long time.Then she s