All Chapters of DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Boss?!The word didn't just ripple through the room; it detonated. The collective shout from the hundreds of guests echoed off the vaulted gold ceilings, a sharp, unified sound of pure, unadulterated shock. The socialites who had just been laughing at my wine-soaked dress suddenly looked like they were choking on their own tongues.I stood there, blood and Cabernet dripping from the hem of my midnight-silk gown, my face throbbing from Charlie’s slap. Sarah was still on her knees before me, her hands trembling with a mixture of rage and reverence. My bodyguards remained in their defensive perimeter, their eyes cold and lethal, looking at the crowd as if they were nothing more than targets.Lydia was the first to break the silence. She let out a jagged, hysterical laugh, stepping forward while still clutching her "pregnant" stomach."CEO Sarah, please!" Lydia chirped, her voice high and strained. "You must be making a mistake! You’ve clearly been working too hard. This woman... she’s j

The Grand Ballroom, once a sanctuary of luxury, had transformed into a grotesque gymnasium of the damned. Under the unwavering, icy gaze of the four massive bodyguards, the "royal family" of the city was falling apart. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of their boots hitting the marble was the only sound in the room, accompanied by the heavy, ragged breathing of three people whose pride was being crushed with every leap."I didn't even touch her!" Beatrice wailed, her face a frantic shade of magenta as she struggled to keep her hands behind her head. "I was just standing there! Silas, tell them! I didn't lay a finger on that bitch! It was all you and Lydia!"Silas let out a grunt of pain as his knees buckled. "Shut up, Beatrice! You were the one screaming for her to kneel! And don't look at me it was Lydia! Lydia was the one who poured the wine! She’s the one who started this goddemned mess!"Lydia’s silk dress was soaked in sweat, her hair matted to her forehead. "How dare you!" she gasped

The hospital doors burst open as the stretcher came flying through, Lydia’s limp body bouncing slightly with every rushed step.“Clear the way!” a nurse shouted.“Six weeks pregnant possible collapse due to stress!” another voice called out.“Save my child!” Charlie’s voice cracked through the chaos, raw and desperate. “Do whatever it takes just save my son!”The bright, sterile lights of the emergency room swallowed them whole. Lydia was wheeled behind a set of double doors, the sharp bang of them swinging shut cutting Charlie off mid-step.“No wait !” he tried to follow, but a nurse blocked him firmly.“You need to stay out here, sir.”“That’s my wife!” Charlie snapped, his composure fracturing. “That’s my child in there!”“Then let us do our job,” the nurse replied coolly.Charlie stood there, his chest heaving, his expensive tuxedo ruined by sweat and the grime of the ballroom floor. He looked like a man on the edge of a total breakdown. Behind him, Silas and Beatrice caught up, b

The hospital wing was no longer a place of healing; it had become a fortress. Charlie had spent the last three hours on his phone, his voice a low, frantic bark that echoed through the sterile corridors. By sunrise, the private floor was crawling with Vane contracted security men in sharp suits with earpieces, standing like statues at every exit.Charlie stood outside Lydia’s room, staring through the small observation window at her sleeping form. To him, she was a saint who had nearly been martyred for his legacy. To him, that empty womb was the center of the universe."I want two men at the door at all times," Charlie commanded, not even looking at his Head of Security as he approached. "No one enters. Not the nurses, not the janitors, and goddemned well not Silas or Beatrice without my personal clearance. If a single person stresses her, if a single voice is raised within twenty feet of this door, you’re fired.""Understood, Mr. Vane. And the medical staff?""Only Dr. Miller," Char

The predawn light was a sickly grey as Sarah Vance pulled her black SUV to the curb three houses down from Dr. Miller’s residence. Her phone buzzed in the center console a secure line. She swiped it open, the voice on the other end a low, digital hum."Drones are up, Sarah," Tyler’s voice crackled through the speakers. He wasn't there in person; he was miles away in the command center, watching the heat signatures of the neighborhood. "I’ve got eyes on the entire block. The 'Grey Team' I hired is in position. They’re professional, clean, and they don't leave fingerprints.""And Silas’s men?" Sarah asked, her eyes fixed on the Miller driveway."Moving fast," Tyler replied. "Two dark sedans just turned onto the main road. They’re five minutes out. They aren’t coming to talk, Sarah. They’re coming to clean the mess. If you don't get Elena Miller out now, that bitch Lydia is going to have another body to add to her count."Sarah didn't hesitate. She stepped out of the car, her heels click