All Chapters of THE DIVORCE AND HIS BETRAYAL, MY REVENGE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The days after Merald's confession were strange and tentative, the kind of tentative that comes when you've laid all your secrets bare and you're waiting to see if the other person will stay. I spent most of them in the safe house with him beside me, going over the evidence and preparing for the final confrontation with the man who had been pulling the strings all along. Pierce was dead, his body cold in the morgue and his empire crumbling without him, but the Circle wasn't. Somewhere in the shadows, a new player had emerged, someone who called himself The King, someone who had been watching me for longer than I cared to think about, someone who seemed to know my every move before I made it.James came in with his laptop, his face pale, his hands shaking. "We have a problem. A big one.""What kind of problem?""The King sent a message. He says he wants to meet with you, face to face. He says he has information about your mother, about your brother, about everything you've been

The days after The King's attacks were the darkest of my life, darker than the divorce, darker than my brother's death, darker than any moment I had survived. I spent most of them in the safe house with Merald beside me and James across the table, trying to piece together a strategy that would not just survive his assaults but actually fight back. The markets were still unstable, my company was still reeling, and every morning I woke up wondering what new disaster awaited me, what new piece of my life The King would try to destroy."He's not going to stop," James said, his voice grim. "He's going to keep hitting us until there's nothing left.""Then we hit him first.""How? We don't even know where he is.""Then we make him come to us."Merald looked at me, his eyes tired. "What are you planning?"I stood up and walked to the whiteboard, where we had mapped out everything we knew about The King's operations. "He's been attacking us from the shadows, using shell companies and pr

The days after discovering David's true identity were the most confusing of my life, a blur of betrayal and grief and the kind of anger that burned so hot it left nothing but ash in its wake. I spent most of them in the safe house with Merald beside me, trying to process the fact that the man I had trusted, the man I had called family, had been the enemy all along. James and Sarah worked around the clock, trying to shore up our defenses and protect what was left of Cole Group, but every day brought new challenges, new attacks, new losses."We need to talk about the company," James said, coming into the kitchen with his laptop. "The damage from The King's attacks is worse than we thought.""How much worse?""Billions. He's been siphoning money from Cole Group for years, using David as his inside man. Most of the assets we thought we had are gone."I felt the blood drain from my face. "Gone? What do you mean, gone?""I mean he's transferred them to shell companies we can't trace,

The days after Merald was shot were the longest of my life, longer than the days after my brother died, longer than the days after my grandfather's lies were exposed. I spent most of them in the hospital room beside his bed, watching him sleep, watching the machines beep, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he fought to heal. The doctors said he was stable, that the bullet had missed his heart by inches, that he was lucky to be alive, but I couldn't shake the fear that he might still slip away, that I might lose him for real, that the man who had taken bullets meant for me might not make it through another night.James came and went, bringing coffee and news and updates on David's movements, but I barely noticed, barely listened, because all I could think about was Merald, the way his hand felt in mine, the way his chest rose and fell, the way his face looked so peaceful in sleep despite everything he had been through."You need to rest," Sarah said, finding me in

The morning after Thomas died, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand, James's name flashing across the screen, I knew before I answered that something else had gone wrong, that another piece of the truth had been snatched away from me, that David was still cleaning house and I was running out of time to stop him."What is it?" I asked, my voice hoarse from crying."Another witness is dead. Edward Mills, one of David's former accountants. He was found in his apartment this morning, overdose.""Overdose?""That's what the police are saying. But we both know the truth."I sat up, my hand on my stomach, the baby kicking like it knew something was wrong. "That's two in two days. Thomas yesterday, Edward today.""I know. We're trying to get to the others before David does.""How many are left?""Three. Maybe four. We're not sure.""Then find them. Protect them.""We're trying, Debbie. But David has people everywhere. He knows our moves before we make them."I hung