All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

VICTORIAPatrick confirmed it before I even got to the end of the sentence. Three withdrawals. Each one $485,000. All three being moved to an offshore clearing account in the Cayman Islands. The routing numbers led back to a company I had never seen in any of our records before: Vellum Capital Partners.He had already flagged the transactions and was working on reversing them. But two had already cleared the first stage of processing. One was still movable."Freeze everything," I said. "Every outgoing transaction on every account we have. Domestic, international, all of it. Nothing moves until I personally authorize it. Not a single cent.""Understood," he said. "Doing it now."I called Dr. Dale as soon as Patrick hung up. She had our banking attorneys on the phone within five minutes. The legal process for challenging the two transactions that had already cleared was going to be complicated and it wasn't going to be quick. But it was possible. As long as the money hadn't already lef

VICTORIAI didn't need to go to Paris. I didn't even need to leave my penthouse.What I had was something more useful than a plane ticket. I had a direct line to a woman who didn't yet know that her entire network had gone dark overnight. Which meant she was still sitting somewhere in the sixth arrondissement waiting for instructions that were never going to arrive. A person in that position, cut off and unsure, had to move eventually. Either panic took over and they did something reckless, or patience ran out and they reached out to the wrong person. Either way, I would see it coming.Elio monitored her communications through the night and sent me updates every few hours. By six in the morning Paris time, she had attempted two calls to numbers connected to Vellum Capital Partners. No one answered either. She then tried to reach someone at the Luxembourg law firm. Nothing still. At eight thirty, she sent a single encrypted message to a Syndicate number. The relay bounced it back as

VICTORIAOf course, I didn’t drive to Albany because that was what they wanted.Instead, I called the facility director and asked him to walk me through what had happened step by step. He confirmed that the alert had been triggered by a physical button in room fourteen. It hadn’t been a remote signal or a tech issue. A real person had walked in and pressed the button with their hand. Security footage showed someone in a grey jacket entering through a side entrance twelve minutes before the alert went off.That detail made chills run down my spine.The side entrance. The same one I had used the night I brought Clark to see my mother. The route wasn't on any standard map of the facility. It wasn't listed in any visitor documents. You could only know about it if you had been there and watched carefully or if someone who had been there told you about it.Elio had the security footage within minutes. He pulled it up on his laptop and turned the screen toward me. The figure was wearing a h

VICTORIAIsabella didn't know she was being watched.That was the thing about her—she was good. She’d always been good. Good at making people feel comfortable, good at asking the right questions, good at being exactly what you needed her to be at any time. I had admired that about her for years. Now I was watching it like a performance, because that's exactly what it was.I made sure the evening felt normal. I poured the wine. I talked about the court ruling, what it meant, and how it felt to finally see Nathaniel's name on a federal warrant. I said everything that a person who had just won a major fight would say. I let myself sound a little tired and a little relieved, like someone who was ready for things to be normal again.Isabella played her part perfectly. She was angry on my behalf. She said all the right things about Nathaniel and Celestine, and how long overdue all of it was. She reached across the table twice to squeeze my hand. She laughed at the right times. She shook her

VICTORIA Gregory Ashworth was arrested at JFK airport at six in the morning. He was forty minutes from boarding a flight to Zurich when federal agents stopped him at the gate. His lawyers were in the air before he even reached the holding room, which told me everything I needed to know about how prepared he had been to run. He just hadn't expected the call to come in last night. I was standing at my bedroom window when the news alert hit my phone. Clark was behind me, his arm around me, his chin resting lightly against my temple. We both read the alert at the same time and neither of us said anything for a moment. I thought it would feel like winning. It didn't, really. It felt more like the end of a long illness—not the kind of feeling where you jumped up to celebrate, but the kind where you just woke up one morning and realized the fever had finally broken and your whole body was just tired. "It's done," Clark said quietly. "Part of it," I said. And I was right. Before