All Chapters of From Discarded Wife, Now the Untouchable Heiress : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

After the raw vulnerability of last night—of confessing my lie and melting into Kai’s absolute, protective embrace—I had expected to feel lighter. Instead, the phantom weight of that late-night text from the unknown number sat like lead in my chest.How was your day, Hazel? I believe you were thinking about me all day...don't worry I can't wait to see you tomorrow as well. I hadn't shown Kai the text. Not because I wanted to keep secrets again, I had promised him I wouldn't but because he had looked so incredibly tired, and the peaceful look on his face when he slept was something I couldn’t bear to ruin. I had resolved to handle it today, l was going to deal with Damon myself today. I arrived at my office at a normal hour, my heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the polished marble floors of the E&H Investment Company executive suite. E&H was a global giant now, and today was the day I had been waiting for. The day I finally held the absolute power of life and death over the peop

The cold, ruthless mask I had worn in the boardroom stayed firmly in place until the elevator doors closed, cutting off the suffocating presence of the Moretti Group.But as the elevator descended toward the private executive garage, my fingers curled tightly around my tablet. The adrenaline of setting the trap was fading, leaving behind a simmering, hot anger. Damon’s audacity was growing by the hour. First the roses on my desk, and then the sickeningly familiar way he had tried to look at me in front of his entire board. He actually believed his own delusion.The elevator doors chimed and slid open to the quiet, dimly lit concrete of the VIP parking level. My private driver was already waiting beside my sleek, black mercedes, the engine idling quietly.I took two steps out of the lobby—and froze.Leaning casually against the hood of a silver sports car parked just a few spaces away was Damon. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his suit jacket open, looking exactly like the arro

Kai's POVThe silence of my private office was deafening. My laptop lay closed on the desk, the phantom echo of that investor’s smug, patronizing voice still ringing in my ears.“You’re young, Valentino. Sometimes you have to know when to let the bigger players dictate the terms.”I had walked out. I didn't negotiate with men who thought they could threaten my position. But the anger was still there—a dark, heavy pressure behind my eyes that wouldn’t fade. I had an empire to run, a legacy to protect, and a constant, suffocating war in my head."We're going to Onyx," I had muttered to Reed as we walked to the private elevator. "I need a drink. And I need to get out of this freaking office. What the hell is wrong with Mr. Vance?""Kai, are you sure that’s where you’re supposed to be going?" he asked, his eyes searching mine like he couldn’t believe what I'd just said."Excuse me? Can’t I visit my own club when I want to clear my head?" I questioned, stepping into the elevator.It had be

Hazel's POVThe first thing that hit me was the sterile, sharp scent of bleach and rubbing alcohol.My head throbbed with a dull, heavy rhythm, like a sledgehammer hitting concrete behind my eyes. I groaned, my eyelids feeling as though they were glued shut. When I finally managed to flutter them open, the harsh, white fluorescent lights of a hospital room forced me to squint."Hazel? Oh, thank God. She’s waking up!"The familiar, frantic voice of Sophia pierced through my dizzy haze. As my vision slowly cleared, a cluster of worried faces crowded over my bedside.My grandmother, Margaret, was staring down at me, her sharp eyes unusually soft with terror. Next to her was my cousin, Adrian, his jaw set in a tight, angry line. Sophia was leaning over the bed, tears shimmering in her eyes."What... what happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling like sandpaper. I tried to sit up, but the world immediately spun, and I fell back against the pillows with a weak gasp. "Where am I?""You're in t

I watched in absolute horror as Hazel began to tremble violently, her eyes darting around the room as if she were reliving that awful night. The trauma of her past was playing out right in front of me, triggered by the sight of my own private sanctuary."I hated it," she whispered, clutching her chest. "I hated every second of it. And when I saw you in that room... when I saw those girls... I couldn't breathe. I didn't believe you would do that to people, Kai. Why? Why would you treat people like slaves? Is it because you're a mafia boss? Does that mean you get to dominate people and treat them like they are nothing?""Hazel, no," I said quickly, my heart breaking at the sight of her distress. I reached out, and this time, I didn't let her pull away. I gently but firmly wrapped my hands around her shaking ones. "Listen to me. It is not the same. Those women... They wanted to be there. In my world, it is built entirely on trust and mutual consent. They find pleasure in giving up contro