All Chapters of DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

AURORA I found a spot and stood near the back, a glass of champagne in my hand I occasionally took a sip from to stop myself from dying from boredom. The bubbles even went flat a long time ago.After a moment, Daniel Sterling and his wife walked up the podium, his voice booming through the atrium like he was addressing a stadium instead of a room full of wealthy people. "Uhm…” He cleared his throat and tapped the microphone repeatedly before continuing. “Good evening beautiful ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us tonight.” He looked at his wife lovingly and then back to the crowd. “This mall has been a dream of ours for years, and to see it finally come to life is beyond anything we could have imagined.""Tonight is about more than just shopping to us, I believe. It's about community, after all it is the future of Sacramento."The crowd erupted I to applause as he took a step back and let Morticia step forward. "I just wanted to add a few things to what my husband said. I w

    AURORA   The staff member looked between us, looking as fed up as I was. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but the dress has already been paid for. Ms. Vale is just about to complete the purchase." Vanessa didn't even glance at her. "I don't care. She can undo it." "I'm afraid that's not possible—" "I want the dress!! I'm certain your boss wouldn't want you to anger " Vanessa turned to Damian, her voice rising. "Do something!" The staff woman opened her mouth to argue but closed it after a second. She looked at me, her eyes apologetic. You'd think after four years, she would've found a new hobby. Something that didn't involve trying to ruin my life. But as much as I hated it, hated them. It was a sight to see. I wonder what Samina would do for his beloved fiance. Vanessa's face twisted with ange

   AURORA Damien's eyebrows shot up. He stared at me, and I stared back, and neither of us said anything. I saw the question in his eyes—what are you doing? Why are you doing this? What do you want?—but I didn't have an answer. I didn't even know why I said yes.  I mean, it was him! It was his family! Why did I even do that?! Eleanor clapped her hands, and the sound was so joyful, and genuine, that I felt tears prick my eyes. "Wonderful. Perfect. I'll have the maid polish the good silver." She stood up, using Damien's shoulder for balance, and kissed my forehead. "My sweet girl. I knew you'd come back." She shuffled off toward the woman in a gray uniform—her nurse—and I stayed sitting on the chaise with Damien still crouched beside me, his hand inches from mine. "You didn't have to do that," he said quietly.

  AURORA  My alarm went off at six the next morning, and I slapped the snooze button, almost breaking my phone. I spent the whole night staring at the ceiling. I now know every crack and scratch by heart and how many there were. I stared at the ceiling for a couple more minutes before I got up, showered, dressed, grabbed the coffee Lydia left on the counter and walked out the door before Arya woke up. The drive to the firm took about twenty minutes, thankfully I didn't have to sit through thirty minutes of traffic thinking of all the reasons why leaving Sacramento is a good idea. Once I got to the firm, I quickly parked, and rushed to the elevator. The glass-walled office came into view on the third floor and I paused outside, my hand on the door. Mark Hensley sat behind his desk, his silver hair slicked back, as he read something on his tablet with a child's focus. He looked up when I knocked and gestu

AURORALydia stood in the doorway of my room, watching me stare at the green dress hanging on the closet door. I've been looking at it for ten minutes."The dinner is at seven, you know." she said.I groan internally. "I know.""Then maybe you should get dressed."I turned to look at her. "I'm just—I'm thinking."She raised an eyebrow. "About what? Whether to wear underwear? Because I'm pretty sure you should."I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "About whether I should go."She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "Aurora. It's Eleanor. She won't even remember you were there by Tuesday."I knew she was trying to help, but the words sounded more like a jab than a people talk. I looked at her."That's not funny.""I wasn't trying to be funny." She sighed. "Look, I know you feel obligated. But you're putting yourself through this for someone who—""Who was the only one who ever treated me like a person in that family?"Lydia went quiet. She looked at the dress, then at me."Wear the green