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All Chapters of Divorced, Now Watch Me Rise!: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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Psychological

JULIANI didn't go home immediately after the board meeting. Instead, I called David and we went to his office, we needed to talk strategy without interruptions.David's law office was in Midtown, all glass and steel and expensive furniture, he poured us both whiskey without asking."Charles Ashford is the key," David said, settling into his chair. "If we can keep him on our side, the board will hold.""He's still calculating," I replied. "He wants to know which decision makes him more money.""Then we give him information that proves your leadership is the profitable choice," David said."I already did that," I replied. "With the performance metrics and growth projections.""No," David said, leaning forward. "You gave him business information. What you need to do is give him something more.""Like what?" I pressed."Like proof that Adrian's going to fail anyway," David replied. "Show Charles that even if he sells to Adrian, the acquisition won't work, that he can't actually afford to

Leverage

JULIANThe next morning, I called David before even going to the office. "Come to my apartment," I instructed. "We need to talk before the day starts."By nine AM, David was sitting in my living room with his laptop and a thick folder of documents. Claire had left early for the facility, so we had privacy."I spent all night digging," David said, opening the folder. "Adrian's finances are worse than I thought.""How bad?" I asked."Bad," David replied. "His European investment fund is hemorrhaging money. He made several major bets on tech startups that failed spectacularly. We're talking hundreds of millions in losses."I leaned forward, listening carefully. "How is he still solvent?" I pressed."Because he has assets," David explained. "Real estate, securities, other business interests. But they're all being liquidated to cover the losses. He's burning through his capital trying to stay afloat."David pulled up a spreadsheet on his laptop, numbers and columns, all pointing in the sam

Angry Adrian

JULIANThe board meeting stretched for hours. All twelve members were present again, sitting around the long table with their coffee cups and notepads.I presented the financial analysis David had compiled, the presentation was thorough, professional, and undeniable.Charles Ashford studied the documents carefully, his old eyes sharp and focused. Patricia Wells looked skeptical. Robert seemed genuinely interested, asking detailed questions about Adrian's loan structure."So you're saying Adrian doesn't actually have eight hundred million in available capital," Robert said, looking at David's analysis."That's correct," David confirmed. "He has the funds available through borrowed money, but those loans require repayment. If the acquisition doesn't happen, those loans come due, and Adrian's entire financial structure collapses.""How long does he have?" Thomas asked."Approximately three months before the first major payment deadline," David replied. "After that, additional loans come

Uninvited

JULIANI woke up early, before the sun had fully risen. Claire was still sleeping, her breathing soft and peaceful.I slipped out of bed carefully and headed to the kitchen, the apartment was quiet and still, the kind of peace that only existed in early morning hours. I decided to make breakfast.I pulled out ingredients for eggs Benedict. It was a dish I'd learned to make years ago, before life got complicated, before corporate warfare and family scandals and men like Adrian.I started by making the hollandaise sauce, egg yolks, butter, lemon juice, a pinch of cayenne pepper.The sauce needed patience, needed constant whisking over gentle heat. I couldn't rush it or it would break. While that simmered, I prepared the English muffins and ham.I got water boiling for the poached eggs, adding vinegar to help them hold their shape, by the time Claire emerged from the bedroom, the kitchen smelled like butter and fresh lemon."You're cooking," she observed, surprised."I am," I replied, no

Retain

JULIANThe conference room was packed again by two PM, all board members were seated, looking serious and focused.Thomas Greene sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. David was beside me with his laptop, ready to answer any technical questions about the financial analysis."Before we begin," Thomas said, "I want to make sure everyone has reviewed the materials provided. The financial analysis of Adrian Vaughn's company. The documentation of his debt structure. Does anyone have questions?"Charles Ashford raised his hand. "I've reviewed everything," he said. "And I have to say, the information is damaging to Adrian's position. But I want to hear from Julian directly. Why are you presenting this now? Why not earlier?""Because I didn't know about Adrian's financial troubles until recently," I replied. "My team discovered this information through standard due diligence. Once I had it, I felt obligated to share it with the board.""Even though it benefits your position,

Hesitation

JULIAN I got home around seven PM. Claire was in the kitchen when I walked in, and she looked up from what she was doing. "Hey," she said, setting down a wooden spoon."Hey," I replied.She wiped her hands on a towel and crossed the apartment. We didn't say anything else. She just held me, her arms wrapped around my waist.I stood there breathing, letting the tension from the day drain out of me. After a minute, she pulled back. "You won," she said."The board voted," I confirmed. "Eight to three. Adrian's offer is rejected."Claire smiled, and it was genuine, full of real happiness. "Come eat," she said, pulling me toward the kitchen. "I made something.""You cooked?" I asked, following her."I tried," she replied with a laugh. "It's chicken. With lemon. Don't expect miracles."We sat at the dining table, the chicken was actually good, simple but done well."Charles Ashford was the deciding factor," I explained between bites. "Once he committed to supporting me, the others followed.

I'm Not Ready

JULIANI woke up before Claire, the morning light was just starting to filter through the curtains. I lay there for a while, looking at her sleeping beside me.She looked peaceful and unguarded, last night felt like a dream that had turned into a nightmare. I got out of bed carefully and went to the kitchen, made coffee and stood at the window, watching the city wake up.My mind kept replaying the moment she pulled away, the words she'd said. I was trying not to think about what it meant, but I couldn't help myself.Around eight, Claire came out of the bedroom. She was in pajamas, her hair messy from sleep, she saw me at the window and hesitated.n"Morning," she said carefully."Morning," I replied, not turning around.She moved to the kitchen and made her own coffee, the silence stretched between us, uncomfortable and heavy.."We should talk," Claire said finally."Okay," I replied, still facing the window."I know last night was..." Claire started, then stopped. "I know it was confusi

Fisting Memories Of Her

JULIANI got to the office just before nine in the morning. The place already smelled like fresh coffee and printer ink. David sat at his desk, scrolling through emails with tired eyes."How are you holding up?" he asked, glancing up as I walked past."Fine," I said. It was a lie, and we both knew it, but he didn't push.I shut myself inside my office, closed the door, and dropped into my chair. Papers and spreadsheets waited on the screen, but my mind wouldn't stay put. It kept sliding back to Claire, the hurt look on her face when I walked out this morning. The way her voice had cracked when she said I was punishing her. My chest felt tight every time I pictured it.Around ten, my phone buzzed on the desk, a text from Claire.*Hope your day is going okay. Let me know if you need anything.*I stared at the words until the screen went dark. My thumbs hovered over the keyboard. What could I even say? Sorry for storming out? I still don't know what to think? I set the phone down without

Hard To Resist

JULIAN EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD I woke up early the next morning with a heavy head and a heavier heart. Lying there in the guest room, staring at the ceiling, I knew I couldn’t keep hiding. The silence was only making everything worse. I needed to talk to Claire, apologize for ignoring her all day yesterday, explain why I had assumed the worst, and hear her side without letting my hurt twist everything.I showered quickly, pulled on a clean t-shirt and sweatpants, and headed downstairs. The apartment smelled warm already, coffee brewing, something sweet in the air. Claire stood in the kitchen with her back to me, reaching for ingredients on the counter. She wore one of her soft morning tops and skirt, hair tied up messily, a few strands falling around her neck. She looked tired but determined, moving things around like she was trying to keep busy.I cleared my throat softly. “Morning.”She turned halfway, surprise flashing across her face, then went back to searching the cupboards.

I Want You

JULIAN EXPLICIT CONTENT Claire’s moans filled the quiet apartment as my fingers kept thrusting into her, rough and deep just like she’d begged. Her red lace panties were shoved to the side, soaked through, and her juices coated my hand and dripped down onto the couch. I could feel her walls fluttering around my fingers, gripping tight every time I curled them against that sensitive spot inside her.But I needed more. I needed to taste her. I pulled my fingers out slowly, making her whimper at the loss. Her eyes were glassy with lust as I dropped to my knees fully between her spread thighs. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her tiny red panties and dragged them down her legs, tossing them aside. She was completely bare now, her pussy glistening, swollen, and flushed dark pink from my rough fingering. The sight made my cock throb painfully in my sweatpants.“Julian…” she breathed, voice shaky.I didn’t answer with words. I leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from her ent

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