All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Heirs: Divorcing the Man Who Betray: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucas gave a helpless shrug. "Just ran into her, man. Coincidence." "Why so jumpy?" Nathan found the sight of the two of them standing together deeply irritating. He shot Lucas a sharp look, then turned back to Claire, keeping his tone deliberately casual. "Didn't know you liked art exhibitions." "Figured you wouldn't show." "Since you're here why didn't you just call me?" He pulled out his phone and finally noticed the text from half an hour ago. His expression flickered. "Claire, I" Vanessa cut in, pointing ahead suddenly. "Nathan, I think that's Master Aldridge!" "Come on, let's catch him now he never takes meetings, this could be our only shot!" Nathan barely hesitated. "I'll explain later." "Claire, wait for me." And with that, he took off after Vanessa. Claire didn't even turn her head. A flicker of dry amusement crossed her face. No. I will never wait for you again. She walked off, briskly, entirely unaware of the barely-contained excitement flickering in Lucas's

Nathan hadn't expected the person Aldridge had turned him away for was Claire.Genuinely caught him off guard.Claire stood there, saying nothing.Watching her silence, Aldridge offered no explanation either.This girl ever since her talent first surfaced back in middle school, when these old masters had first found her had kept the whole thing buried from everyone in her life. She'd said it was because the Bennetts fiercely opposed her painting.That, and she'd wanted one corner of the world that belonged entirely to her.The old guard had been terrified of losing her too Mira especially, who'd worried Claire was still a minor and quietly tested the Bennetts' reaction to the idea.The reaction had been exactly as bad as feared.Robert and Susan had no interest in an artist daughter. They wanted a polished socialite someone who could learn just enough business to be presentable, nothing more.They doted on her, sure. But they valued her as their daughter first. A socialite-turned-arti

"You're sure? You actually confirmed it's her?" Claire asked.Jasmine nodded, dead serious. "Rosa, the girl who cleans the third floor she heard it herself. Wiping down the vases when the call came through.""Diane called at five, told them to rush the delivery so it wouldn't cut into her lunch."Claire paced a small circle, thinking."Diane doesn't play fair.""What do you mean, Mrs. Wade?"Claire just shook her head.Some things she couldn't say out loud to Jasmine without dragging her into danger too.But Claire understood exactly what was happening. Diane had engineered every bit of this.The cheap replacement furniture whether Vanessa's allergies were even real or not reeked strongly enough that anyone moving into that room would notice immediately.Not just off-gassing. Something worse.Which meant Vanessa would absolutely make a scene about it, and Nathan would be the one forced to solve the problem.He wouldn't actually let her live in that room. But second floor only had two

Diane's face drained of color, bit by bit.She wasn't afraid of the old woman living in the guesthouse.The person she genuinely feared was her own husband, Richard.Diane had come from nothing a small-town nobody who'd clawed her way into this life through timing and Richard's own guilty conscience back when he was young and idealistic. If he hadn't had that streak of decency, would she be standing here now?And Grandma Wade was dying, besides. Diane had long stopped bothering with more than surface-level respect toward her.Richard was different.He was the one who actually controlled everything in this family.Her own side of the family had been sliding downhill for years without the Wades propping them up, they'd have gone under a long time ago.Diane had leaned hard on the memory of Richard once begging her to stay, back when their marriage nearly ended years ago. She kept dragging that old story back out whenever she needed leverage.But the truth was, her standing inside this f

Vanessa's voice was thick with jealousy and suspicion.Nathan stepped away, lowering his voice. "Vanessa, you weren't like this before.""We've been married over a year and I haven't touched her once. What are you actually doubting here?""You really don't trust me?"Vanessa's voice cracked, wounded. "It's just lately you keep looking at her. Do you know how that makes me feel?"Nathan actually paused.Do I?Have I been staring at her?Without quite noticing, his own tone came out sharper than he meant. "That's because she's carrying our child. I have to look out for her, comfort her, whatever it takes.""It doesn't mean anything."Doesn't it? Vanessa thought, but let it go.Once he'd finally settled her, Nathan looked up to find Claire had vanished.Gone.Claire had slipped behind a hedge.A boy, maybe seven or eight, was sketching a rosebush butterflies weaving through the blooms. He seemed restless, though, and dropped his pencil to chase a kitten that darted past before Claire cou