All Chapters of Divorced While Pregnant: The Billionaire’s Regret.: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The following morning...Sterling Mansion was unusually quiet.After everything that had happened the previous days, Damian, Evelyn, Victor, and Lucas had barely slept.But the discovery inside Richard Sterling's archive had left them with one question they couldn't ignore.Who had been paid to keep Richard's murder hidden?They gathered inside the mansion's secure underground server room.Damian stood in front of the main screen.Evelyn remained beside him.Victor leaned against the table, his expression serious.Lucas sat at the central terminal.The room was filled with the soft hum of computers.Then Lucas looked up."I found something."Damian's eyes narrowed."What?"Lucas tapped the keyboard.A heavily encrypted document appeared on the main screen.At the top...There was only a name.THE VANGUARD TRUSTDamian stared at it."When was it created?"Lucas brought up the registration information.His expression became serious."Three days before your father's death."Silence.Evel

The corridors of Sterling Mansion had become a battlefield.Smoke drifted through the air.Broken glass covered the marble floors.The emergency lights flickered weakly overhead.Evelyn stood near the panic room with the remaining Sterling security guards.Her weapon remained firmly in her hands.Lucas's voice came through her earpiece."Mrs. Sterling...""I'm here.""They're regrouping."Evelyn looked toward the corridor."How many?""At least twelve."Her expression tightened."Where are they?""They've pulled back from the foyer.""Why?"Lucas hesitated."They're changing tactics."A metallic sound echoed from somewhere beyond the corridor.Then another.Evelyn's eyes narrowed."What was that?"Lucas's voice became tense."Breaching equipment."The head of security looked toward the hallway."They're bringing explosives."Evelyn's grip tightened around her weapon."How much ammunition do we have?"The head of security checked his magazine."Not enough."A burst of gunfire suddenly

The road to the private airstrip was almost completely deserted.No streetlights.No traffic.Only darkness stretching across the outskirts of New York.Three armored SUVs moved silently through the night.The lead vehicle belonged to Damian.Victor sat beside him.Behind them were two more vehicles carrying the surviving Sterling security officers who had defended Sterling Mansion during the siege.Damian touched the communication device in his ear."Lucas.""I'm here.""Status?"Lucas's voice came through clearly."I've mapped the entire airstrip.""Give me everything.""The perimeter is heavily guarded.""Approximately twenty-four armed men outside the main hangar."Damian's eyes narrowed."Inside?""The Shadow is there.""He appears to be coordinating the extraction.""And the aircraft?""Two private jets.""Both fueled.""Ready for departure."Victor glanced toward Damian."Then we can't let them reach the runway."Damian nodded."We won't."Lucas continued."There's one problem.

Three days had passed.Three days since Adrian Thorne had been taken from the bridge.Three days since the most powerful enemy the Sterling family had ever faced had disappeared from the world.But Adrian wasn't in a police cell.He wasn't in FBI custody.He wasn't in a prison.He was somewhere no map recorded.Miles away from the family's secure facility...Deep beneath an abandoned industrial property...A concrete bunker sat beneath layers of steel and stone.Only Victor's most trusted security officers knew it existed.And only a handful of them knew who was being held there.Inside one of the underground rooms...Adrian Thorne sat alone.The room was completely empty.Concrete walls.Concrete floor.A single metal table.A narrow bed.No windows.No television.No telephone.No clock.Nothing that could tell him whether it was day or night.His expensive suit was gone.His watch was gone.His phone was gone.Even his shoes had been removed.For the first time in decades...Adrian

Six months later...Summer had settled over New York.The morning sun poured across Sterling Mansion, bathing the mansion in warm golden light.The scars of the past were gone.And for the first time in years...Sterling Mansion didn't feel like a fortress.It felt like a home.Music floated across the sprawling lawn.Laughter filled the air.Waiters moved between elegantly decorated tables beneath white canopies while guests gathered around fountains decorated with fresh flowers.There were no drawn weapons.No whispered security updates.No men constantly watching the gates.No emergency earpieces.No fear.Today wasn't about war.It wasn't about revenge.It wasn't even about business.It was about peace.And there were two reasons to celebrate.The first was the official launch of the Richard Sterling Memorial Foundation, created in memory of Damian's father.The foundation would support families whose lives had been destroyed by corporate crime, financial corruption, and organized