All Chapters of DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I dragged my suitcase through the grand foyer, my eyes burning. I just wanted to leave quietly. I wanted to vanish into the night before the reality of being homeless and pregnant fully sank in.But as I reached the massive oak front doors, they swung open.Light flooded in, followed by the aggressive flash of cameras. A swarm of reporters was already there, tipped off by someone. And standing in the center of the chaos, leaning gracefully on a cane she clearly didn't need anymore, was Lydia."Elara! Going somewhere?" Lydia’s voice was sweet, but her eyes were venomous."Lydia, move," I whispered, trying to shield my face from the lenses. "You got what you wanted. You got the house, you got the man. Just let me go.""Let you go?" Lydia laughed, turning toward the cameras. "After what you did? You didn't just paralyze me, Elara. You spent three years draining Charlie’s accounts while I was suffering in silence!""What the f**k are you talking about?" I gasped.One of the reporters shov

Six years later.They say time heals all wounds, but they’re wrong. Time just gives you the tools to sharpen your blade.I stood at the window of my penthouse suite, watching the skyline of the city that had spat me out like trash. I wasn't that shaking girl in the oversized blazer anymore. My body was toned, my movements were calculated, and my heart was a vault of ice. I adjusted the sleeves of my custom-made blazer, the silk feeling like armor."Lydia... Charlie... I’m back," I whispered, my reflection in the glass looking back at me with a cold, predatory light. "I survived the gutter you threw me into. And now, I’m here to take everything that belongs to me. Starting with your dignity."A small tug at my hand brought me back to the present."Mommy? Are we staying in this big castle now?"I looked down at Leo. He was five, a brilliant, stubborn little brat who had inherited his father’s brooding brow and my mother’s gentle heart. Every time he looked at me with those dark, intense

I sat in the high-backed leather chair of my temporary office, the city lights shimmering below like a sea of diamonds. Sarah, my assistant, stood across from me, her expression a mix of amusement and genuine disgust. On the massive screen behind her, a news ticker was scrolling with a headline that made my blood run cold."Read it again, Sarah," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "I want to make sure I heard the level of audacity correctly."Sarah cleared her throat, clicking her tablet. "It’s all over the business journals and the tabloids, Ms. Vance. Charlie Vane has officially announced a 'Legacy Search.' Since Lydia is unable to conceive due to complications from her multiple spinal surgeries, Charlie is offering ten million dollars to any woman of 'suitable pedigree' who can provide him with a male heir. It’s essentially a high-priced breeding contract."I let out a sharp, jagged laugh that felt like glass in my throat. "Ten million dollars. Dem it, he’s putting a price tag on a

Lydia didn’t just leave Elara’s office; she vibrated out of the building, her heels hammering the pavement like she was trying to crack the earth open. By the time she burst into the Vance family estate, her face was a blotchy mask of fake tears and genuine, ugly rage. "Dad! Mom!" she shrieked, slamming the front door so hard the crystal chandelier rattled. Her father, Silas, and her Mom, Beatrice, hurried into the foyer. Beatrice took one look at Lydia’s disheveled state and gasped, her silk robe hissing against the marble floor. "My god, Lydia, what happened? Was it that... that bitch?" "She’s back! And she’s worse than before!" Lydia collapsed onto a velvet sofa, burying her face in her hands. "I went to see her, to try and be the bigger person, and she threatened me! She told me she’s here for Charlie’s ten million dollars. She actually admitted it, Dad! She hired that f***king little brat from London just to sell him to Charlie as a fake heir!" Silas’s face turned a dangerou

Charlie Vane stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass of his office, the sprawling lights of the city mocking him from below. In his hand, he crushed the printed photo Marcus had captured at the plaza. The graininess of the image didn't hide the truth the boy’s eyes were a defiant, dark mirror of his own." holy shit" he whispered, his breath hitching. "It’s a ghost. It has to be a goddemned ghost."His mind spiraled back six years. He remembered the rain, the mud, and the way Elara had looked at him not with the guilt of a thief, but with a shattering, silent heartbreak. Over the years, he had convinced himself she was dead. Someone maybe his father-in-law, Silas had mentioned a fatal accident in London. Or perhaps Charlie had simply invented that lie to stop the nightmares."She’s dead, Charlie. Get it together," he muttered, rubbing his face with his palms. "You’re hallucinating because of the stress. She was a liar. She cheated. There is no way that f**king brat is yours."The door cl