All Chapters of The Divorce That Ruined Him: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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The Price of Protection

DamienI sat in my office as my. phone lay on the desk, the screen dark.For a long time, I just stood by the window, watching nothing in particular. My hand was still cold. Part of me wanted to grab my keys, run down to the garage, and drive out to the valley. I wanted to stand on Serena's porch and tell her that I was on her side, that I would stand between her and Rose until the meeting was over.But I knew what would happen if I did.Serena would see my car coming up and think it was another attack. A warning from me would look like a threat. If I wanted to protect Eli, I had to stop the wheels from turning before they ever reached her gate. And the only way to do that was to use the very thing I had spent my entire life building... my weight in this company.I walked back to the desk and sat down.For the last few years, every decision I made had been about survival. I had protected this Group because I believed it was the only thing keeping my family alive, the only thing t

The Shift

SerenaThe chill inside the cabin didn't take long to break through the layers of my wool coat. Out here, the air carried a heavy dampness that clung to everything it touched, turning every breath into a pale cloud of mist. Fray had gone ahead with the flashlight, leaving me alone in the truck with Eli. In the dark, my son’s rhythmic breathing was the only constant thing left in my world. Small, warm, and entirely steady against the cold vinyl of the seat. I kept my arm draped over his back, my palm rising and falling with his small shoulders, terrified that the moment I let go, the quiet reality we had carved out over the last four years would simply vanish.A sharp tap against the glass made me flinch so violently my shoulder hit the steering wheel.Fray was standing outside the passenger window, his frame a dark silhouette against the dark skyline. He waved the beam of his light toward the low, sagging roofline, signaling that the interior was clear. I carefully unbuckled Eli

Change of Plans

SerenaI slammed my palm against the side of the laptop until the screen flashed. I was trying to see if what I had in mind was going to work. Fray called Marvin because he was the only subject that could offer assistance. Beside me, the satellite uplink device emitted a dying beep, signaling another failed handshake with the Damien's Hale Group’s primary gateway. I pulled the cables, coiled them into tight loops, and tossed the kit onto the passenger seat. There was no point in forcing a connection that didn’t want to be made."The node is dead, Marvin," I said, catching my breath. "She didn't just password-protect the compliance portal. She scrubbed the routing protocol entirely. It’s as if the estate filing never existed in the corporate database."Marvin’s voice crackled through the earbud, sharp with caffeine-fueled agitation. "Serena, listen to me. I’m running a trace on the rejection packet. It’s not a system error. It’s a deliberate, manual exclusion. Every time I try to pu

Falsified

Rose I waited, and my patience had already run out. Since she's trying so hard to make things difficult for me, I hope she never regrets this. I hurriedly rush off to see Dr. Vance. It wasn't a good idea but then, with money it'll be so easy to get him. Right at his office, Dr. Vance kept his back turned to me, his fingers adjusting the dials on a small digital incubator that gave off a faint click every few seconds. He had been working in this lab for two hours without saying more than a few words to me. The facility didn't have the usual reception or security desk, just a heavy door that locked from the inside. "The trace is very faint," Vance said, finally dropping his hands and looking at the screen beside him. "The material from the glove you brought to me was mixed with dirt and grease. If this were an official court request, I would have rejected the sample immediately. A standard sample needs a clean swab." "This isn't for anyone, Vance," I reolied, leaning my weig

Counter-Strike

DamienThe digital terminal I was prying on was mute. There was no chime from the alarm. It simply refused my primary encryption key.I kept my fingers on the keys for three long seconds, staring at the small blinking cursor that signaled my sudden, total displacement.I had spent the last seventy-two hours straight building a digital firewall that should have severed Rose’s proxy access to the primary Holt's accounts forever. It was meant to be a clean strike to freeze her operational capital before the executive board met. It had to protect the remaining pieces of the life Serena and I had once tried to build before the empire grounded us to dust.I could still taste the bitter cinnamon tea I’d survived on, still feel the phantom ache in my shoulders from leaning over this console, hammering out lines of defense designed to shield my son Eli from the vultures circling us.Instead, the static prompt on the monitor mocked me with a single phrase, "Access Denied. Institutional Protoco

Falsified Trap

RoseI don't know if I was supposed to feel like this. But every nerve in me screamed a reminder that I had to be patient.I heard a pop-up notification from my phone indicating a success.I didn't think much about sending that message. The only thing my brain could register was the outcome I expected.My fingers lightly touched the edge of the glass, watching the data streams refresh in a steady, green sequence that illuminated the dark surface before me.On the screen, the transmission log showed a hundred percent completion.The altered genetic report from Dr. Vance’s private clinic had been successfully injected into the executive board’s secure briefing packet, nestled quietly between the third-quarter financial results and the compliance audit summaries where no one would think to look until the morning session opened."It's done," I murmured to the empty room.The document I had spent the last three weeks manufacturing was a masterpiece of legal and medical forgery. To any sta

The Mastermind’s Sanctuary

DamienI hurriedly rushed to check the basement archives after I ended the call, but then decided against it. I wasn't going to overlook this, but it wasn't necessary now. This was where the company kept its past documents that pre-dated the digital age—rows of steel cabinets holding the real history of the Holt name, untouched by the modern clean-sweeps of our IT department.That'll mean digging through dusty archives, hoping a paper trail would save them. I knew better.The digital override that stripped my master credentials didn't originate from inside Holt Industries. It came from an external proxy server routed through a private firm on the north side of the city.Lawrence had never been our staff attorney. He was an independent legal architect operating from a secluded, restored manor away from the corporate district. He kept himself insulated from our daily operations by a ghost in a bespoke suit who managed private family trusts, structured off-book transactions, and drafte

The First Modern Ruin

Serena Down in the valley, thirty miles away, my brain was still pondering on how to not complicate things and get me in the ruins. Inside the cab of the truck, the heater casted a warm air current over the dashboard. In the back seat, Eli was curled tightly beneath his heavy coat, his small body rising and falling as he slept. His little hands were tucked against his chest, clutching the frayed ear of his favorite bear. I turned in my seat, my eyes lingering on his face in the shadows. Almost 4 years. For these years, every decision I had made, every false identity I had assumed, every forged lease I had signed, and every midnight escape through back roads had been calculated for one single purpose: to keep this boy safe from the toxic black hole of his father's family. I had given up my name, my career, and my peace of mind so he could grow up without the shadow of the Holt enterprise looming over his shoulders. And now, as we accelerated down the winding pass toward the

The Shadow of Victor Hale

Damien"Arthur Holt wasn't your father, Damien. You're fighting for the ghost of a man who didn't even give you his name."Lawrence’s sneering parting words reverberated off the leather interior, bouncing around the dark cabin like poison.It was a psychological weapon carefully designed to shatter my focus right as Rose executed her takeover. As an independent legal architect operating entirely outside Holt corporate headquarters, Lawrence had spent thirty years maneuvering in the shadows between family trusts. He didn't panic, and he didn't drop bombshells out of generosity. He wanted me disoriented. He wanted me driving blindly into the night, questioning three decades of my life while his firm quietly secured administrative control of the asset frameworks."He's playing a game to break your stance," I told myself, staring into the rain-blinded windshield as my pulse thundered against my ribs.Yet as much as I wanted to dismiss it as a lawyer's desperate mind game, a cold, sicken

The Corporate Execution

Rose The walls of the executive boardroom on the fifty-fourth floor offered a sweeping view of a city drowning in shadow. Below, the grid lights of the financial district looked like fallen stars scattered across wet asphalt. It was ten minutes past midnight. The vast room was completely silent, save for the subtle, ambient hum of the floor’s dedicated control system and the faint ticking of my gold wristwatch. I sat at the head of the dark conference table, my posture immaculate, watching my own reflection in the polished wood surface. Before me, the massive video wall built into the north wall was split into twelve high-definition frames. One by one, the crimson status indicators beneath each square shimmered, shifting from dark red to a brilliant, glowing emerald green as the members of the board logged into our secure, encrypted corporate gateway from their private estates, vacation homes, and overseas offices. I held my tablet in both hands, resting it flat against t

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