All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VICTORIAThe building smelled like money and nerves.That was how I always knew an event was working. The place had clean floors and soft lights. Champagne was flowing like water, and there was a room full of people pretending they weren’t desperate to be impressed. The private preview was invite-only, with phones locked away at the door, and security everywhere. There was no press, so there would be no leaks. Just power watching power.Exactly how I liked it.I stood near the center of the room, calm, hands relaxed, wearing a black silk dress that moved when I moved. It wasn’t flashy or soft, but it was bold enough to make people look twice. My designs were displayed behind me on raised platforms, models standing still like living statues. Every piece told the same story: skill, control, and precision. Clark stood a few steps behind me, close enough that I could feel him without turning around. He wore a dark suit with no tie, sleeves rolled just enough to show the strength in his

VICTORIAIsabella didn’t waste time.She came straight to my office the next morning, hair pulled into a messy knot, sunglasses still on even though we were indoors. That alone told me how bad it was. Isabella never hid behind accessories unless she was tired or angry. Sometimes both.She shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a second, like she needed to gather herself. Then she walked in slowly, looking focused.“Before you say anything,” she said, pointing a finger at me, “promise me you won’t flip a table.”I looked up from my laptop and blinked once. “I don’t flip tables anymore.”She waited.“I replace them,” I added.She groaned. “That’s not comforting.”I gestured to the chair across from me. “Sit. Breathe. Talk.”She didn’t sit. Instead, she crossed the room and dropped her iPad on my desk with a soft thud. The screen lit up, filled with charts, messages, and file access logs.“There’s a leak,” she said. “Inside your company.”I felt something inside me shift, but

VICTORIAI didn’t cancel the summit.Everyone expected me to. Isabella hinted at it three times without saying the words. Clark waited for me to say it myself. Even the board sent some messages.I listened to all of it with my hands folded on the table and my face calm. Then I said no.The Global Fashion Summit was happening. And I wasn’t just attending it. I was going to own it.Once I made that choice, everything else became simple.I walked into my office and locked the door. The glass walls dimmed automatically, cutting me off from the rest of the floor. I pulled up the summit schedule on my tablet and stared at it like it was a chessboard.They thought they were replacing me, but they were wrong.Daniel wanted the world to compare us. The duplicate wanted to stand where I stood. Margaret wanted me off balance. All of them wanted me to react instead of planning.So I planned.The risky part came first.Daniel had always liked to hide behind contracts and smiles. He never spoke unl

VICTORIAI hadn’t been back to my father’s house in years.I had stopped coming here even before the divorce. Not since I stopped pretending silence was peace. Not since I learned that walking away was sometimes the only way to stay whole.The gate opened slowly when my car pulled up, the metal creaking like it was tired of doing its job. The driveway looked freshly cleaned, like someone was expecting guests. That alone annoyed me. This house was always ready for outsiders. Never for me.I stepped out of the car and adjusted my jacket. The air smelled like trimmed grass and money. The kind of place where nothing ever looked broken, even when everything inside was.I walked in alone without guards, Clark, or Isabella.This wasn’t a move. This wasn’t a plan. This was something I needed to do by myself.The door shut behind me with a soft click. The sound echoed through the hallway. The house felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath.My father sat in the living room, waiting.He lo

CLARKThe hospital doors slid shut behind me with a soft hiss, and for a second I just stood there, breathing in air that didn’t smell like antiseptic and fear. The city noise rushed back in as if it was trying to remind me that the world didn’t pause just because someone almost died.Victoria stayed inside with Isabella. I told her I’d handle a few things and come back. She didn’t argue. She just nodded, her face looking calm and unreadable, like she already knew I would dig until my hands bled if that was what it took.The trust fund bothered me.Not because of the money. Money never bothered me. It was the way the doctor’s tone changed when he mentioned it. He’d sounded almost nervous like saying those words out loud had weight.A hidden trust only in Victoria’s name. That wasn’t normal.I got into my car and didn’t turn the engine on right away. I leaned back against the seat and stared through the windshield, replaying every detail I could remember. Richard Hale wasn’t a strong