All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

 Four's POV I stared at the bomb in my trunk and felt time slow down, Red digital numbers counted backward, Fifteen minutes, The device was small but sophisticated, Professional work, Victoria Chen was not playing games. "Get out of the car," Rivera's voice crackled through my earpiece, "Move away now," I slammed the trunk shut and ran, Got fifty feet before I stopped and looked back at the car, My hands were shaking, not from fear of the bomb, but from the realisation that Victoria had thought of everything, She knew I would try to help, Knew Rivera would equip me with surveillance gear, The bomb was a message, You cannot outsmart me. My phone rang, Victoria's voice was calm, "Did you find my gift?" "You could have killed innocent people," "That would be wasteful, The bomb is on a closed street, No civilians, I am not a monster, Four, I am simpl

Manuel's POVI watched eight screens simultaneously and felt my decades of experience kick in, Victoria's team moved like professionals, Military trained, Coordinated, Dangerous, but I had fought worse and I had something they did not have, Home advantage."Hostiles at northeast corner," I said into my radio, "Team two, shift position and prepare for engagement,""Copy that,"The estate surveillance system was state of the art, Every camera, every sensor, every motion detector fed into my command centre, I could see the entire battlefield from this room and that made all the difference.Victoria's team split into three groups, Smart tactics, Divide our attention, Force us to spread thin, But I had prepared for exactly this scenario, Multiple defensive layers, Overlapping fields of fire, Fallback positions already mapped."Team one, deploy smoke at the main gate, force them to advance blind,"Canisters launched, Thick white smoke filled the breach, I watched thermal imaging as the atta

Veronica's POV Marcus Chen stood at the top of the stairs and my breath caught in my throat. Four's board member. The man who had access to everything. Every meeting. Every decision. Every vulnerability. He had been inside our defences the entire time.Victoria's gun hand trembled. "Uncle Marcus. What are you doing here?""Cleaning up your mess. Like always." His voice was cold. Professional. Nothing like the warm businessman I had met at company events. "You were supposed to kill him. Not having a therapy session.""I cannot do it. I cannot kill him.""Of course you cannot. You are weak. Just like your father."Victoria flinched like she had been struck. Four stepped forward but Marcus raised his own weapon. Pointed it directly at Four's chest."Stay where you are. All of you."The police sirens were closer now. Footsteps pounding up the driveway. Marcus heard them too but his expression never changed."You have thirty seconds, Victoria. Kill him or I will.""No. I am done. This end

Four's POVThe accountant finished his presentation and I wanted to vomit. Numbers on a screen. Cold facts that destroyed everything I thought I had built. My consulting firm was barely breaking even. The estate was mortgaged three times over for security costs. Legal fees from the immunity deal had consumed my liquid assets. Medical bills from the attacks kept piling up. And Yates had been systematically draining what remained for over a decade."So what do I actually have left?""The consulting firm if you can keep it afloat. Some personal assets. The cars. Jewelry. Art. But combined that is maybe two million in liquidation value. Against debts of nearly five million.""I am bankrupt.""Not officially. But functionally, yes. Without immediate capital infusion, you will lose everything within six months."I sat in my damaged library and tried to process it. Three years ago I was worth over fifty million. Now I was drowning in debt. Yates had won without firing a single shot. He had d

Manuel's POVI spent three days tracking down which organisations Yates had stolen from and each name I uncovered made my stomach turn. Arms dealers. Human traffickers. Money launderers for terrorist cells. But the name that made my blood run cold was the last one. Sinaloa Cartel. One of the most brutal drug trafficking organisations in the world. Yates had laundered over forty million dollars for them over a decade and skimmed nearly eight million in the process."Dios mio," I whispered. "He stole from Sinaloa."My contacts in the underworld confirmed what I feared. The cartel had already sent a recovery team. Not to arrest Yates. Not to sue him. To torture him until he revealed every account number and password. Then kill him. Then kill everyone who might know where the money went. Standard cartel protocol. No witnesses. No loose ends.Four's family was on that list.I drove to their suburban house faster than I should have. Ran up the steps. Pounded on the door. Veronica answered w