All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VICTORIAThe entire body felt so cold as I stared at the photo.I held it between my fingers and stared at it, my eyes scanning every inch even though my mind already knew something was wrong.My hair was styled exactly how I wore it last week. It had the same soft waves and clean part in the middle. Even the small pin on the left side was placed the way I always asked for it. My makeup was perfect. The lipstick was the same shade I used two days ago before a meeting. I remembered that morning clearly. I had rushed. I had almost skipped it, but I didn’t.And there I was, standing beside Daniel Rhodes. He was smiling like we were partners and we shared secrets. Like we had history. His hand hovered close to my back, not touching, but claiming. The angle made it look natural and comfortable.I knew without a sliver of doubt that I had never taken this picture.My fingers tightened without me meaning to. My stomach twisted, but I didn’t panic. Panicking was for people who didn’t know how

VICTORIAShe stood perfectly still.She didn’t look tense or scared. Just still, like someone had pressed pause on her and walked away. Her shoulders were set back in the same way mine always were when cameras were on me. Her chin was lifted at the same angle I used when I refused to bow. The silver dress hugged her body exactly the way it hugged mine. Even the way the fabric fell at her hips was the same.For one second, my brain rejected what I was seeing. Then I stepped forward slowly and carefully. My heels barely made a sound on the concrete floor. The warehouse smelled like dust and old oil, with a low hum in the background that made my skin buzz. The lights above flashed once, then steadied.Still, she didn’t move. Up close, the details became painful. Her skin tone matched mine perfectly. We had the same eyes, same jawline, same mouth, and the same faint mark near the left eyebrow that makeup usually covered. Someone had studied me closely, obsessively even.But when I met her

VICTORIATraffic slowed so much that it almost stopped. Cars crept along like they were scared to move too fast, and I knew why.The drivers were staring. Some had phones lifted. Some had mouths open. Others pretended not to look but still did. The billboard looming over the highway was huge, bright, and impossible to miss. My duplicate stared back at me from it, blown up, looking larger than life. She wore the silver dress. My dress. The caption screamed lies in bold letters, daring me to do something about it.Heat rushed up my spine. A wave of humiliation tried to sink its claws into me, but I refused to let it take hold. I kept my face calm, blank, and cold. I would not give Daniel Rhodes or Mara Dane the pleasure of seeing me break. Not now. Not ever.Clark shifted beside me, his hand moving toward mine like it always did when he sensed danger. His fingers caressed my skin warmly, but I gently pulled my hand away. Not because I didn’t want him, but because I needed my head clear

VICTORIAThe duplicate’s hand shook as she held the knife, but her face stayed empty. Her eyes didn’t blink or soften. She didn’t even react to Diana’s crying. It was like her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else, locked behind a wall Daniel had built piece by piece.Diana thrashed against the ropes, her chair scraping loudly against the concrete floor. Her muffled screams filled the whole space, sounding sharp and desperate. Her shoulders shook hard as she tried to free herself, while tears ran down her face and soaked into the gag. The sound clawed at my chest, trying to make panic well in my mind.But I didn’t let it.I stood still, hands relaxed at my sides, breathing slowly and controlled. Panic was what Daniel wanted. Fear was his game. If I broke now, he would win. I definitely wasn’t giving him that.Clark stepped forward, his body tense, his voice sounding dark. “This ends tonight.”Trent snapped back instantly, his nerves flaring. “You don’t give the orders.”I tu

CLARKThe water didn’t rush in all at once. It crept in bit by bit.That was the worst part.It slid across the concrete floor slowly. The smell hit me first as the odor of old metal and river rot invaded my nostrils and burned the back of my throat.My boots were soaked within seconds.“Move,” I barked at the guards. “Now.”They reacted quickly, spreading out and checking the hallways while the alarm kept screaming overhead. The red lights flashed so hard that they made everything feel unreal, and it felt like we were inside a bad dream that refused to end.Victoria stood near Diana, as still as stone.She wasn’t panicking. She wasn’t rushing. She wasn’t even looking at the water climbing around her heels. Her face stayed calm and focused, almost distant.And that scared me even more than the flooding.I grabbed Diana before the water rose any higher. She cried out when I lifted her, clutching my jacket like she was afraid I’d drop her back into hell. Her body shook hard against mine