All Chapters of Divorce Clause: Heir Included: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

Nathan"Madeline, what the hell was that?" I growl the second the door clicks shut.The blonde turns, her face a mask of wide-eyed innocence that suddenly feels like cheap plastic. "What do you mean, Nathan?""The things Zack said. Julian exiling my cousin? Him being in a clinic? Me speaking to my lieutenants after the hit?" I pace the length of the living room, the carpet burning under my boots. My head is a blender. Every word Zack spoke is a jagged piece of glass spinning in my skull.Why didn't Zack hide the fact that he was working with Havenfall’s elite? Why bring an associate? And why the hell would he beg me to come back to Cocolink if he was trying to steal my seat? If it was a performance, he deserved a goddamn Oscar. The way he’d gripped my coat, the heat of his skin, the raw terror in his eyes when he thought I was going to reject him—it felt more real than anything I’ve touched in weeks."Nathan, honey, this is his game!" Madeline groans, dropping her purse on the counter

MadelineThat was way too close.I exhale, the tension bleeding out of my shoulders as I stare at the unconscious man on the bed. Pure luck. If my chemist hadn't been scheduled for a drop-off right at that second, I’d be the one in a body bag. I’d kept the syringe tucked in my clutch for a rainy day, praying I’d never have to pull the trigger on it.The chemist helped me drag Nathan’s heavy frame onto the mattress. He didn’t do it for free—the bastard charged me double for the "heavy lifting" fee before vanishing back into the Havenfall shadows. Now, it’s just me and the quiet. And a very big problem named Zack.I depress the plunger on a fresh vial of the memory-wipe solution, watching the liquid disappear into Nathan's vein. I might have overshot the dose. If I’ve fried his brain, I’m back to square one, but it’s better than him remembering the truth. I pace the length of the bedroom, my heels clicking like a countdown on the hardwood. Somehow, Zack got into his head. In thirty minu

NathanI never pictured my wedding like this. When I was a kid, I’d think about it sometimes—finding a partner who’d stand by me while I ran the Havenfall streets, someone to build a legacy with. I wanted what my parents had. But in every version of that dream, I wasn’t standing at an altar feeling like a man walking toward a firing squad. Even after I’d forced myself to accept Madeline, I didn’t expect this hollow, bleak weight in my gut. This isn't a union; it’s a hostage exchange.Every second I spend looking at her, Caleb screams in my blood. My jaw creaks as I grind my teeth, my knuckles turning a bloodless white against the pews. I want to snap her neck for what she’s done, but I can’t touch her. Not if I want Zack back in one piece. The more the minutes tick by, the more the memories punch through the chemical fog. I remember her schemes. I remember realizing Lila is my own flesh and blood. I remember the secret vows I exchanged with Zack in the dark. I remember the heat of him