All Chapters of Divorced into the arms of his twin rivals : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The air in the hallway felt too thin. Elijah stood in the doorway of my bedroom like a storm that had decided to take human form. Ethan faced him with his shoulders squared and his fists clenched at his sides. Elias remained slightly behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. Sophie hovered near the wall, eyes darting between all of us like she was waiting for blood. “You do not get to take my wife out of this house,” Ethan repeated, each word tight. Elijah’s smile did not reach his eyes. “Watch us.” I looked at the shattered pieces of the camera on the floor, then at the phone still in Elias’s hand. The message burned behind my eyes. There are more. The next photos will not stay private. My decision settled in my chest like stone. “I am leaving,” I said. Ethan turned to me so fast it was almost violent. “Clara, you are not going anywhere with them.” “I am.” My voice stayed steady even though my hands had started to shake. “Someone put a camera in

I stared at the phone in Elias’s hand like it might burn me, while Elijah’s last words still hung in the air. Get Ethan on the phone again. “Right now.” Elias did not waste a second. He hit redial and put it on speaker. The three of us stood in the middle of the bright penthouse living room while the line rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Ethan answered on the fourth. His voice sounded scraped raw. “I told you I would call back.” “You negotiated,” I said before either twin could speak. “You asked for twelve hours to decide if my body was worth more than your deal.” Silence. Then a long exhale. “Clara, it is not that simple.” “It is exactly that simple.” My voice stayed steady even though my hands shook. “Someone filmed me naked in the house you own. They sent the proof to you. And your first move was to bargain.” Elijah stepped closer to the phone, jaw tight. “Answer her, Hayes. Did you already agree to something?” “I bought time,” Ethan said. “That is all. I need to f

Title: The Enemy Walks Into the Boardroom Clara's POV Elias’s words hit the quiet penthouse like a gunshot. Nathan Cole just walked into the Hayes board meeting with a folder full of those same photos. I grabbed my phone from his hand and stared at the screen as if the message might change. It did not actually change. Elijah was already moving. He pulled a black jacket from the chair and shrugged it on in one sharp motion. “We are going,” he said. Elias blocked the door with one arm. “The blackmailer said one step outside and the full set goes live. Video included.” “Then we do not step outside as targets,” Elijah answered. “We go as the ones holding the knife.” I looked between them. My pulse hammered in my throat. “If Nathan has the photos in that room, Ethan’s board will see everything. My face. My body. Everything.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “Nathan does not care about the merger. He cares about burning both families at once. This is his opening move.” Elijah already

Title: We Will Not Negotiate with My Body Clara's POV The blurred image stayed on the television screen long enough for every detail to burn into my mind. Even censored I knew the curve of my own shoulder, the angle of the bed, the private second that now belonged to strangers. The reporter kept talking but the words blurred into static. Elijah turned the television off with a sharp click. The sudden silence felt heavier than the noise. “They released it early,” Elias said, already typing on his phone. “We do not wait for the next file. We take control of the story right now.” I forced air into my lungs. “How?” “A statement,” he answered. “Clear. Controlled. From you. We frame this as what it is. A security breach and a targeted attack. You are not the scandal. You are the victim under our protection.” Elijah nodded once. “We release it within the hour. Every major outlet. Social channels. Before the next wave of photos hits.” My hands were steady when I reached for Eli

Title: The Only Ally in That House Clara's POV Victoria’s message came through just after sunrise. Three short lines. The greenhouse. Alone. Do not bring the twins. Elijah read it over my shoulder and shook his head. “I do not like it.” “She is the only person in that family who never treated me like a transaction,” I said. “I am going.” Elias checked the time. “One hour. If you are not back we come in.” I left the penthouse with nothing except my phone and the coat I had worn the night before. The drive to the Hayes estate felt longer than usual. The gates opened without question. The staff watched me from the doorways but no one spoke. Sophie’s presence was already gone from the air. The house felt emptier and somehow sharper. The greenhouse stood at the far edge of the formal gardens. Glass walls misted from the inside. I pushed the door open and stepped into warm air that smelled of soil and citrus. Victoria sat on a wrought iron bench beneath a lemon tree. She wore