All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VICTORIAMargaret’s kidnapping didn’t end with fire or screams.It ended with my name on every screen.I woke to my phone vibrating like it was alive. It kept buzzing over and over. I didn’t answer at first. I knew what it would be before I even looked. That heavy feeling in my chest told me enough.I sat up in bed and finally checked. Victoria Hale was trending worldwide. And it wasn’t because of fashion or business. It was all due to kidnapping.As I stared at the screen, I felt calm in a way that surprised even me.Margaret had resurfaced, and this time she decided to choose cameras as a way of telling her lies.The first video auto played before I could stop it. Margaret sat in a soft chair, wrapped in a pale blanket. Her hair looked messy in a way that looked planned. Her face showed just enough fear to look real. She spoke slowly, like every word hurt to say.“I never thought my own stepdaughter would do this to me,” she said.I let the video play.She talked about being taken,

VICTORIAThey wanted me in a small white room with a lawyer, a recorder, and a clock ticking too loudly. I gave them a studio instead.The car stopped in front of the network building, not the police station. Cameras were already lined up. The doors opened and cool air hit my face. I stepped out slowly, deciding not to rush or hide. My coat sat right on my shoulders. My spine stayed straight. My face felt calm, even if my chest buzzed a little underneath.I could feel Clark behind me. He was close enough that I didn’t need to look. He always stayed like that when he was worried. He would just go quiet while watching everything.“Victoria, are you refusing to cooperate?” someone yelled.Another voice followed. “Are you running?”I smiled a little, then I kept walking.Inside, the building was so noisy. Lights buzzed overhead. People moved fast, like they were late for something important. Producers whispered into headsets. Phones rang nonstop. A young woman rushed over and tried to pre

CLARKThe second she hit the floor, the room broke down in chaos.People who had been frozen a moment ago suddenly moved all at once. Producers shouted. A guard pushed past me. The anchor stepped back so fast she almost tripped over her chair.Victoria didn’t scream or flinch. She just looked down at the duplicate like she was studying a puzzle that had finally shown its missing piece.“Call emergency,” someone yelled.“They’re already on their way,” another voice answered.I dropped to one knee beside the duplicate before anyone else could crowd her. Her pulse fluttered under my fingers. It was fast. Too fast.“Don’t move her,” I said sharply as a crew member reached for her shoulder.“I wasn’t—”“Don’t,” I repeated.Victoria stepped closer. “Is she breathing?”“Yes,” I said. “But something’s off.”Her eyelids twitched. Her lips parted like she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. A thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead. The lights above us were brutal. They were too bright and

VICTORIAI stood in the doorway of my penthouse and looked at the man sitting in the chair by the window. The lights in the room were bright, but that corner stayed half dark because of the angle of the lamps. The glow from my phone lit his face from below.Daniel.Clark stopped a step ahead of me, his shoulders tight. The air inside the room felt different, like someone had been sitting there for a long time waiting for the right moment. Daniel did not look surprised to see us. He looked tired.Not weak, just worn down. His jacket was creased. His hair was a bit messy. The calm man who used to move through every situation like he had ten plans ready was still there, but something about him looked rougher.My phone rested in his hand. The screen glowed against his fingers while he studied something on it quietly. He looked up only after a moment, like he had expected us eventually but wasn’t in a hurry.Clark moved forward slowly, making sure he was careful and silent. I stepped in be

VICTORIAThe room felt colder than it had a moment ago, even though the lights were on. I moved closer to the window, letting the city’s neon glare wash over me. Daniel was standing near the corner, hands in his pockets, face looking serious. Clark stayed silent, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like he was expecting danger at any moment. The calm tension was familiar now, almost like a second skin, but the words Daniel was about to speak made everything else fade.He didn’t pause or soften his voice. “You’ve been looking at this all wrong,” he began. “It wasn’t about obsession or just revenge. Trent needed something else entirely.”I didn’t answer. I just leaned against the counter, letting my hands grip the cool marble. Daniel’s eyes found mine and held them. “He needed confusion,” he said finally. “Legal confusion. About you and your identity.”“Legal confusion?” Clark asked.“Yes,” Daniel said. “If the courts ever questioned which Victoria legally owns the brand name, the com