All Chapters of DIVORCE ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia felt the ground shift under her again, the same way it had every single time tonight when she thought she'd finally reached the bottom of this story and found instead another floor beneath it."Then who," she said, barely more than breathing. "Gregory, if it wasn't you, then who leaked it."He didn't answer right away. He looked past her, out toward the skyline, like the answer had been sitting somewhere out there in the dark this whole time, waiting for him to finally be brave enough to say it out loud."Samuel said the assistant I trusted back then, the one I asked to look into Marcus's access, wasn't working alone," Gregory said slowly. "She was already reporting to someone else. Someone who'd been quietly building a relationship with her for months before that afternoon, long before I ever asked her that question.""Who," Amelia said again, and this time her voice cracked in the middle of the word."Arthur's own brother," Gregory said. "Not Marcus. Their older brother, Edmu

The second voice crackled through the recording, faint with age but unmistakable, and Amelia felt every hair on her arms rise at once because she knew that voice. She had heard it earlier tonight, soft and steady, sitting in a study with a folder of old newspaper clippings on her lap.Evelyn Kingsley."That's not possible," Ryan said, and his voice came out strange, thin, like the words had scraped something raw on their way out. "My mother. That's my mother's voice."Nobody in the room said anything. The recording kept playing, Edmund's tired voice picking back up where the interruption had cut him off."She came to me before your grandmother ever found those records," Edmund said. "Told me the Kingsley family had old ties to Arthur's original partner, the man he pushed out before the company became what it is now. Told me if I helped keep certain things quiet, both families would benefit for generations."Evelyn's voice returned, closer to the recording device now, clearer. "You're

Ryan read the message twice, his thumb hovering over the screen like reading it a third time might change what it said. "Merger talks," Amelia said slowly. "What merger talks." Ryan looked up at her, and something in his face told her the answer before he even said it out loud. "Before the divorce," he said. "My board explored a partnership with Whitmore Global. Nothing that ever went public. Your grandfather and my father discussed it privately, years ago, before either of us were even married." "You never told me that." "Because it never happened," Ryan said quickly. "The talks fell apart before anything was signed. I didn't think it mattered." "It matter

Amelia sat frozen on the floor where Ryan had caught her, the phone still glowing in her hand, the words refusing to rearrange themselves into anything that made sense. "That's not possible," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "My grandfather loved me. He wrote letters trying to protect me. He wouldn't have orchestrated my own divorce." Ryan knelt beside her, his hand steady against her back. "Maybe there's more to it than what that message is telling you. Whoever's sending these has lied about plenty tonight already." "Then explain it," Amelia said, looking up at him, desperate for something solid to hold onto. "Explain why a message claiming to know my grandfather's private business would lie about something this specific." 

Amelia sat in the passenger seat of Ryan's car, staring at the glass tower rising ahead of them, sunlight catching the windows in a way that made the whole building look like it was on fire. "You don't have to come in," Ryan said, glancing at her. "You've been awake for almost twenty hours." "I'm not staying in this car while you walk into whatever that man's planning," Amelia said. "Not after everything." Gregory sat in the back seat, quiet, his hands folded tightly in his lap. Marcus sat beside him, still pale from the night before, his wrists wrapped in gauze someone had found for him at the gala's first aid station. "Whatever he says in there," Gregory said, "we stay calm. All of us. He wants a reaction. Don't g