All Chapters of From Discarded Wife to His Billionaire Aunt: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The icy downpour hit Adelaide like a wall of needles the second she crossed the threshold. She hadn't made it past the iron gates of the estate before the blinding beams of headlights pinned her against the high stone wall. The black Maybach screeched to a halt, cutting off her path. The driver’s door opened, and Harrison stepped out into the deluge, accompanied by two heavy-set estate guards. He didn't offer an umbrella. Instead, he held a tablet and a small leather tray. "Mrs. Vance," Harrison said, his tone as indifferent as the falling rain. "Mr. Grayson instructed us to complete the exit protocol before you leave the premises." Adelaide stopped, her two suitcases dripping wet at her side. "Exit protocol?" "All assets associated with your marital lifestyle are the property of Grayson Global," Harrison stated, reading directly from the tablet. "Hand over the keys to the Mercedes, your house keys, and all corporate-issued credit cards." A harsh laugh escaped Adelaide’s lips,

The leather seats of Dean Grayson’s custom Maybach were heated, emitting a faint, comforting scent of fine upholstery and dark cedar. Outside, the rain continued to hammer against the privacy glass, but inside the sealed cabin, the storm felt a world away. Adelaide sat holding a warm porcelain cup of tea Dean’s driver had handed her before closing the door. Across from her, Dean sat with one tailored leg crossed over the other, a tablet resting on his knee. He was the picture of absolute, unshakeable control. "Where are we going, Mr. Grayson?" Adelaide asked, her voice calm, though her mind was racing. "My private residence in the upper west enclave," Dean replied smoothly, not looking up from his screen. "You need dry clothes, a hot shower, and a night of uninterrupted sleep. But before we arrive, we have business to discuss." Adelaide took a slow sip of tea, letting the heat settle in her chest. "I told you at the lounge—I’m done with the Grayson family." "You're done with Osca

The sky over the city was the color of bruised steel when the city clerk signed the final page. It wasn't a wedding. There were no flowers, no vows, no quiet promises murmured between two people in love. Just the crisp, rhythmic click of a fountain pen on thick parchment and the heavy seal of the municipal registrar pressing into the paper, binding Adelaide Vance and Dean Grayson as husband and wife under the eyes of the law. Ren stood a step behind them in the dim office, his face an unreadable mask as he gathered the duplicate certificates and slipped them into a leather folder. "The official record is locked under a tier-one confidentiality order," Ren said smoothly, his voice breaking the early morning quiet. "Neither the press nor the extended family will find it without a federal court order." "Good," Dean said. He didn't look at the paper. He stood with his hands buried in the pockets of his dark charcoal coat, his broad shoulders cutting a imposing silhouette against the

The tension in the doorway hung like spun glass, fragile and sharp. Dean stood tall beside Adelaide, his heavy presence filling the threshold. His dark eyes moved between his son on the floor and the woman standing at the room’s edge. For a man who commanded boards of directors and shifted international markets with a phone call, there was a raw, tightly guarded vigilance in the way he looked at the boy. "Leo," Dean repeated softly, his voice dropping an octave, losing its cold executive edge. "Are you alright?" Leo didn't answer. The fleeting moment of connection between the boy and Adelaide dissolved instantly. The small, intelligent curiosity in his storm-colored eyes snapped shut like a vault. He pulled his knees toward his chest, his fingers clutching his spiral sketchbook so tightly the paper crinkled beneath his grip. He didn't speak. He simply retreated backward, sliding along the plush rug until his back pressed firmly against the dark wood of his bookshelves, sinking into

The executive suite on the seventy-fifth floor of the Grayson Global Tower was a sanctuary of glass, shadow, and absolute silence. From this height, the bustling metropolis below looked like nothing more than a miniature grid of glass and steel, utterly insignificant beneath the storm clouds gathering over the horizon. Dean Grayson stood behind his massive desk of polished black obsidian. He had dropped his charcoal jacket onto the leather couch behind him, standing in his crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back to his forearms. His hands were planted on the edge of the desk, his knuckles pale beneath the golden light of the desk lamp. Spread across the obsidian surface were three major morning tabloids. Every single headline screamed the same grotesque narrative: DISCARDED & DESTITUTE: OSCAR GRAYSON DUMPS BARREN WIFE FOR HEIRESS MAEVE STERLING. THE END OF A TRANSACTION: ADELAIDE VANCE CAST OUT PENNILESS. Dean stared at the high-definition photograph of Oscar beamin