All Chapters of Divorce Clause: Heir Included: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The medical monitor’s rhythmic chirp sliced through the silence of the VIP suite, a persistent, jagged sound that matched the erratic thumping in Zack’s chest. He bolted upright, his hospital gown damp with a cold sweat that smelled of copper and fear. The air in the room felt too thin, as if the shadows in the corners were breathing it all in.He wasn’t in Havenfall anymore. He was back in that lightless basement, the sound of Nathan’s suppressed pistol coughing in the dark while Ethan Cole’s men closed in."Zack! Breathe, damn it."Dr. Kane was suddenly there, his silhouette sharp against the sterile fluorescent hum of the hallway. He didn't look like a healer; he looked like a weary soldier. His eyes darted from Zack’s frantic expression to the spiking jagged lines on the heart monitor."Going to be sick?" Kane’s voice was low, devoid of the usual clinical fluff.Zack couldn't even manage a nod. He lunged for the plastic bin, his fingers cramping around the rim. Kane was a blur of

Madeline’s face drained of color as she stared at the high-definition monitor in the corner of the safehouse. On the screen, Zack and that small, dark-haired kid were walking across a stage in Havenfall. The boy waved at a sea of cameras with a practiced, hauntingly familiar charm."Goddamn it," Madeline hissed, the words catching in her throat.Nathan had been glued to the television for days, pacing the small living room like a predator in a cage. He’d been oscillating between staring at the screen and tearing through every newspaper Madeline allowed into the house. She’d been fastidious, burning the morning posts and hiding the remote, but this was a tactical disaster. Zack was too polished, too believable. And the kid—Lucas—was a mirror image of Nathan. Even through the grainy broadcast, the boy’s cadence, the way he tilted his head while speaking to the reporters, was pure Durand.Her entire play depended on Nathan seeing Zack as a traitor—a cold, calculating opportunist who had

"Can we call him?"My chest aches. "His phone is broken, remember? We talked about this.""I thought maybe it got fixed," he pouts, twisting the ear of his stuffed elephant. He looks up again. "Can we go home today?""Leo, I wish—""Wish granted," Lucas announces, bursting into the room like a storm. "We're leaving, Zack. Pack your bags."I stare at him, stunned. "What? Did Kane sign off?""Don't care," Lucas quips. Marcus is right behind him, looking grim."What's going on?" I ask, pulling Leo closer."Explanation in the car," Marcus says, already grabbing my suitcase. "You hear that, Leo? We're going home!""Yay!" Leo starts bouncing, which makes my stomach do a violent somersault. I barely grab the bin in time.As I’m finishing, Dr. Kane appears in the doorway. His face is a mask of professional outrage. "What is the meaning of this?""We're discharging him," Lucas says. His voice is a low growl I've never heard from him before. He looks ready to kill."We discussed this," Kane say

Frederic’s POVThey took him.They dragged Zack out of the ward right from under my nose.The realization hit like a physical blow. They’ve seen the cracks in the mirror. The masquerade is over, and the time for subtler poisons has passed. The Cocolink organization is a fractured mess, especially with the news of my mother’s "interment" in my basement leaking to the lower ranks. One more shove, and the whole house of cards ignites.I don't mind the chaos. In fact, the more the streets bleed, the more they’ll beg for a strong hand to stop the hemorrhaging. Having Zack—the legendary Alpha's mate—at my side would legitimize the coup. But I have to teach him about the cost of defiance.He never would have left if it weren't for those lapdogs Nathan left behind. Zack is too soft, too desperate for stability to have planned that escape himself. It was the Betas. It was Cavanaugh. They are the cancer in my path.I need a clean sweep. I need to eliminate the guards and the "hero" Drake Cavana

I read what you leave behind in the air. I read the past, which I told you. Also I’ve been at this long enough to tell when someone is trying to run.Do we count on you? Will you support him, or is this just a game to you?Helene threw Marcus a long put down which made the tough hit man shift his weight. She turned to Zack. “You have too many dogs at your command.Zack had a fit of snorting as Marcus went red. “You don’t know.Helene said to Marcus that it’s ok, your boss is safe. I don’t care about your money or your petty fights for the city. I have lived too long for power.“How long is that?” Marcus pressed.“Marcus, shut up!” Zack snapped.Helene said, as she patted Zack’s cheek, “Age is what you make of it. I am a hundred and seventy years old, boy. I have lived what is equivalent to five of your lifetimes. Your fangs don't impress me. You can either trust in me or you can try to kill me, but I don’t play into that title game.Zack saw that, in the under world, which he had seen