All Chapters of Divorced into the arms of his twin rivals : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Title: The Quiet Brother’s Pain Clara's POV Nathan’s voice note still hung in the air when Elias turned and walked out of the penthouse. He did not slam the door, he simply left. The quiet click of the lock felt louder than any argument. Elijah stared at the closed door for several seconds. “He needs time.” “I know.” We stood in the living room while the city kept moving beyond the glass. The wedding night video was already spreading. Ethan’s voice telling Sophie he would never love me played on loop across half the internet. Comments stacked faster than anyone could read them. I turned my phone face down on the counter and left it there. Elijah poured two glasses of water and set one in front of me. “Drink. You have not stopped moving since this morning.” I drank. The cold helped. Hours passed. Elias did not call. He did not text. Elijah checked the security feeds once and confirmed the building remained clear. Night settled over the skyline. The penthouse lights staye

Title: Twenty Hours Left Clara's POV The pure video was already spreading when the next message arrived. I stood in the center of the penthouse living room with Elias on one side and Elijah on the other while my phone lit up again. Unknown number. The same distorted calm that had followed us for days. Elias put it on speaker without a word. “Congratulations on the honesty hour,” Nathan’s voice said. “The pure file is performing even better than projected. Comments are pouring in. Some people feel sorry for you, Clara. Most of them just want the next angle. Speaking of which, the night vision hallway footage goes live in twenty hours unless Ethan Hayes does what he was told. Kill the merger. Publicly. On camera. No more private negotiations. No more buying time. Twenty hours. That is the final window.” The line went dead. Elijah’s jaw flexed. “He is lying about the timeline. He released the last one early. He will do it again.” “He wants us reacting,” Elias said. “Every

Title: Brothers at War Once More Clara's POV The planted evidence spread faster than the first story. By the time our car reached the private lounge for the press meeting the second headline was already everywhere—offshore accounts. Shell company. My family’s name, attached like a brand. Elijah sat rigid in the front seat while Elias drove in silence that felt heavier than any argument. I watched the two of them and felt the old pattern sliding back into place. Five years ago this was how it started. A single spark of doubt and the rivalry did the rest. Elias parked under the building and turned off the engine. He did not look at his brother. “The account trail is fake but it is detailed. Someone inside a bank helped him.” Elijah’s voice came out low. “You checked it already.” “I checked enough to know it was built to survive a first glance.” “And the first glance is all most people will give.” Elijah opened his door hard. “Including you, apparently.” Elias’s hands tigh

Title: The Photos Leak Anyway Clara's POV The selected images hit the largest gossip site in the city at exactly 4:17 p.m. I was still in the car with Elias and Elijah when the alerts started stacking. Three stills from the pure video. Cropped. Sharpened. Released with a headline that needed no help. Hayes Wife’s Private Hours. The captions underneath did the rest of the work. My name sat next to words like desperate, calculated, and homewrecker before the first paragraph even ended. Elijah read the comments first and then turned the phone face down. “They are not even pretending to care about consent.” Elias already had two lawyers on the line. “We can file within the hour. It will not pull the images back. It will only document the damage.” I stared out the window at the moving traffic. The city looked the same as it had that morning. People walked. Cars edged forward. Somewhere behind those ordinary movements thousands of strangers were looking at my body and deciding wh

Title: Sophie’s Public Humiliation Clara's POV The forged messages forced us straight to the mansion. Elijah drove without speaking. Elias spent the entire ride on the phone with the trust lawyers, confirming the documents Nathan had delivered were sophisticated enough to survive a first review. I sat between them and watched the city lights streak past while the midnight board session loomed closer. The gates of the Hayes estate stood open. Extra security lined the driveway. Staff moved with the tight, silent urgency that only appeared when the family was in freefall. We stepped out of the car and the front doors opened before we reached them. Victoria waited in the foyer. She looked smaller than usual yet her presence filled the space. “The board is already assembling in the east conference room,” she said. “Nathan delivered the forged thread twenty minutes ago. They are treating it as credible.” Elias held up his phone. “We have the metadata. The messages were created ye