All Chapters of My Ex-husband Billion Dollar Mistakes : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Pov: NicholeKael, the man with the scarred neck, ushered us down a flight of stairs made of cracked concrete. He claimed that his real name was Kael rather than Victor and that he had used a fake name at the docks as a test. We descended into a heavily fortified steel bunker underground and the chamber was an environment leftover from the Cold War. One could smell damp earth and old electronics plus rows and rows of blinking green computer screens illuminating the dark room while showing complicated maps of the global banking networks.Without stopping, Kael took us to one of the terminals and with his thick fingers, he struck the keys as graphs and code quickly ran down the monitors."Silas isn't looking for a street fight anymore, " Kael stated with a tone of concern. "He plans to pull the plug on the entire global economy because he has spent three years creating a digital virus inside the world's most secure financial networks."As I felt Lily's little hand turning my collar bone

POV: NicholeThe money stayed in the account and the numbers on the screen did not disappear. I sat at the kitchen table with Xavier, our hands clasped tight between the laptop and the coffee cups. We did not speak for five minutes but we just watched the digital ledger balance hold steady."We have to follow the wire," I said with my voice low. "Money always leaves a footprint, Xavier, even if it comes from a ghost."Xavier nodded as his thumb rubbed the back of my hand."Kael left a decryption tool on the flash drive, so let us see where the routing codes anchor."My fingers flew across the keyboard as I stripped away the first layer of security on the transaction. It was a shell corporation called Albatross Holdings. I dug deeper, breaking through three more fake digital wallsmThen, finally, an address popped up on the map. It was a high-rise office building in the northern financial district. The name on the lease was Silas."He is playing with us," Xavier muttered as his jaw

POV: XavierThe heavy steel door of my father's private vault sat open and the air inside was freezing and smelled of old paper and copper. I held a black leather binder in my hands, my fingers were shaking against the cardboard cover and inside were decades of handwritten letters, wire transfers, and contracts.My father was not the man I thought he was and he was not a victim of the syndicate but rather he was one of the men who built it."He lied to me," I said as my voice became small and rough in the quiet room. "Every single story he told me when I was a boy. It was all a lie. He did not fight them, Nichole but rather he gave them their first bank accounts and sowed the seeds of this entire nightmare just to make his first billion."Nichole stepped close to me. She did not look at the papers but looked at my face as she reached out and wrapped her warm hand around my wrist, squeezing it hard. Her touch felt like the only real thing in the room."Xavier, look at me," she said s

POV: XavierI slammed my fist down hard on the wooden desk as the computer monitors shook, and the green lines of code on the screen blurred together. My eyes burned, hot and dry because I've been trying to get myself together."How is he still breathing?" I whispered as my voice cracked in the quiet room. "My father swore to me that he saw the body and he told me the coffin was buried in the family plot. I was there, Silas. I watched them lower it into the dirt."Silas did not look up from the keyboard. His face looked completely white under the blue light of the screen, and his fingers were stiff and tense as he typed. "Your father buried an empty box, Xavier. He had to make the world think his brother was dead and if the police knew Marcus was alive back then, the whole Vance empire would have crumbled fifteen years ago."Immediately he said that, I felt a cold, heavy dread drop into my stomach, felt like a stone and my family’s deepest, dirtiest secrets were not dead but they we

The gunfire came out of nowhere and in less than one second, Mira and I were circling each other, fists up, and ready to finish what we started. In less than the next second, the wall behind her exploded into dust and splinters, as I hit Mira with my arms."Get down!" I yelled.Mira didn't need to be told twice as she dropped next to me, breathing hard, with blood on her lip from where I'd hit her.Another round of shots tore through the room as I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the side door but she didn't fight me and that surprised me more than the gunfire did."This doesn't mean I trust you," she said, crawling beside me."Same here" I said. "But I trust them less."We made it out through a service hallway, both of us were shaking and alive only because the other one hadn't hesitated. I looked at her once we were clear, with our chests heaving and backs against a cold brick wall."You could've left me in there," she said."So could you."Neither of us had an answer for why