Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIVORCE ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"Say that again," Gregory said, his voice flat, controlled in the way that meant he was anything but calm.Amelia stood in the middle of his office, her phone still warm in her hand from the call with Ryan. "Damian Cross met with three of our smaller investors yesterday. He's doing the same thing to Kingsley Enterprises right now."Gregory sat down slowly, like his legs had stopped trusting him. "How did Ryan find out before we did?""His CFO caught it. Contracts collapsing on his end too." Amelia crossed her arms, trying to steady the tremor building in her chest. "Gregory, this isn't Victor anymore. Victor doesn't have the reach to touch Kingsley Enterprises. Someone else brought Cross into this.""Victor brought him in," Gregory said. "It's the only explanation. Victor loses everything in that boardroom, and two days later, one of the most ruthless men in this city starts circling both companies at once." He rubbed his temple. "He didn't just plan revenge against you. He planned to

"You're not seriously considering meeting with him," Amelia said, gripping her phone tighter as she paced across Gregory's office. "Ryan, Damian Cross doesn't offer partnerships. He offers leashes.""I know what he is," Ryan said through the phone, his voice tired in a way she hadn't heard before. "But he also knows things about Victor that we don't. If there's a chance he's telling the truth about new allies, about what Victor's planning next, I can't just ignore that.""Or he's using fear to pull you into something you'll regret." Amelia stopped pacing, staring out at the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond Gregory's window. "That's exactly how men like him operate. They create the danger, then offer themselves as the solution."Gregory glanced up from his desk, listening carefully, his expression unreadable."I hear you," Ryan said. "But I still have a company to protect, Amelia. Contracts are collapsing every week, and I can't keep telling my board it's temporary."Amelia clo

"Only four people have that level of access," Gregory said, staring at the trace report spread across his desk. "Myself, Lucas, the head of IT, and you."Amelia crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the screen showing the server logs Ryan's team had sent over. "So one of the four people I trust most sent a warning to my ex-husband before I even knew he was meeting Damian Cross.""Or someone found a way to make it look that way," Gregory said carefully. "Don't assume the obvious answer is the correct one.""I'm not assuming anything." Amelia pulled up a chair and sat across from him, scanning the timestamps again. "But someone with real access sent this. That much isn't in question."The door opened before Gregory could respond, and Lucas stepped inside, his expression already tense. "I heard you pulled the server logs. What's going on?"Amelia studied him for a moment longer than necessary, watching for anything that might explain the unease sitting in her chest. "Someone inside this co

"We don't have three days," Gregory said, pacing the length of his office while Amelia sat across from him, a stack of files spread over the desk. "We have three days to prepare, but Victor's lawyers have already started leaking details to the press. By tomorrow morning, half the city will believe Whitmore Global is drowning in fraud.""Let them believe it," Amelia said, flipping through the financial records again. "As long as the judge sees the truth, the press doesn't matter.""The press matters more than you think." Gregory stopped pacing, resting his hands on the back of a chair. "Investors read headlines before they read court transcripts. If enough of them panic and pull out before the hearing, the freeze becomes irrelevant. The damage will already be done."Amelia set the folder down, rubbing her eyes. She hadn't slept properly in days, and the weight of everything, Victor's motion, the mystery caller, Selene's maneuvering, Damian Cross circling from the shadows, had started t

"What didn't you tell me?" Amelia asked, her voice sharper than she intended, the weight of everything pressing down at once.Gregory walked to the window, his back to her, his shoulders rigid in a way she'd never seen before. "The letter mentioned a name. I didn't share it because I couldn't confirm it meant anything. I thought it was your grandfather's paranoia, nothing more.""What name, Gregory?"He turned to face her, and for the first time since she'd met him, his composure had cracked completely. "Lucas Bennett."Amelia felt the air leave her chest. "That's not possible. Lucas has helped me from the beginning. He got me into the gala. He's the one who helped me access the board meetings.""I know," Gregory said quietly. "That's exactly why I didn't mention it. It seemed impossible. Lucas wasn't even connected to your grandfather directly. He came from Kingsley's circles originally, a business associate before he ever crossed paths with Whitmore Global.""Then why would my grand