All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VICTORIAI slammed the laptop shut so hard that it felt like the whole penthouse shook with it. My hands were shaking, and I didn’t even try to hide it. Clark grabbed the laptop right away, almost like he thought it might jump open again. He checked the lid from every angle, his jaw narrowing as he turned it in his hands.“Someone hacked your camera,” he said. His voice sounded. “They’re watching you in real time.”I felt my stomach drop. It was like something fell straight through me. “Watching? How long?” I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper.“I don’t know,” he said. “But we’ll find out.”Security came rushing into the penthouse again. This time they didn’t walk. They moved fast, checking every inch of the place like they expected someone to pop out of the walls. They opened closets, lifted mattresses, checked the vents, and even looked under the kitchen sink. They brought scanners and tools I didn’t even know existed. At some point, I stopped trying to understand what they

VICTORIAClark turned to one of his guards. “Lock this place down now.”The guard didn’t even answer. He just nodded once and ran toward the hangar doors.Before I could say anything else, Clark took my arm and pulled me completely inside the jet. His movements were sharp but not rough. He shut the jet door behind us and kept his hand on my lower back, guiding me toward the nearest seat as if I were a two-year-old girl.“Sit,” he said. “Don’t move.”I sat down right away because my legs felt weak. My heart kept jumping inside my chest. I tried to stop my hands from shaking, but it wasn’t working.Clark told the flight team to check every inch of the entire jet. They checked everything, including the main cabin, the back cabin, the tiny bathroom, the storage drawers, the little overhead spaces, and even the luggage storage below. I listened to them moving around, opening doors, closing them again, and talking softly into their earpieces. My breathing felt strange, like I was strugglin

ELIOI got to the hotel just after sunrise. The streets outside were quiet, and the air smelled like old Rome mixed with morning cold. It reminded me of the days when I used to follow men through narrow alleys, watching their hands and their shadows. Sometimes I missed those days. Most times, I didn’t. But this particular job felt like the kind that woke something up in me again.Clark’s people had already cleared the whole floor. Guards stood near the elevators. More guards stood near the windows, even though none of them were opened. They checked me once, then again, even though it was Clark himself who called me.I liked that. Careless teams made careless mistakes.When I stepped into the suite, Victoria and Clark were at the table. Papers, photos, and a laptop screen with paused footage covered half of it. Clark looked like he hadn’t slept. Victoria looked like she had tried to sleep and then gotten up the second she heard something in the dark.I placed my bag on the table. “Show

VICTORIAThe moment I saw Diana’s face on that dash cam, everything inside me went tight. I wasn’t surprised she was in trouble. Diana always played close to fire. But seeing her smile into a stolen van’s camera, looking calm and almost… proud, got to me in a way I didn’t expect. I didn’t like her. I had every right to hate her. But I never wanted her dragged into something this dark.I spent the next morning with my phone in my hand, moving from call to call. I reached out to people who’d once shared drinks with her in shady clubs. I called a makeup artist who used to patch Diana up after fights she liked to pretend she won. I even tracked down an old friend who had stolen jewelry with her and then claimed they “borrowed” it. None of them knew where Diana was now, but all of them said the same thing. She had been acting strangely months ago. She was always nervous, snapping at shadows, and checking the back door of every room.While I chewed on that, Clark handled the next part. He

VICTORIAThe moment I stepped out of the warehouse, I pushed everything about Trent to the back of my mind. I didn’t want to think about his face, or his voice, or the way he almost pulled me into that old mess I once called love. I had work to do. Real work. The Paris show was too close, and my phone kept buzzing every three minutes with updates. My team sent pictures of the runway setup, the lighting tests, the mirror placements, the new seating plan, the fittings, and the backstage prep. It felt like the whole world was calling my name, and I didn’t have time to fall apart.I told myself I needed to focus. I needed to be in control. I needed to be the version of myself who never shook, doubted, or stumbled. So I walked with quick steps, like I could outrun the warehouse and everything inside it.Clark didn’t even give me time to breathe. He sent two more bodyguards who stuck to my side like glue. They followed me straight into my private studio, and the moment I walked in, the air