All Chapters of MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Vivian's pov I clutched the soft velvet box in my hands as I sat quietly in the back seat of the black sedan. Inside the box was a leather journal filled with photos, movie tickets, and handwritten notes from the last three years. Today was my third wedding anniversary with Adrian, and I had spent weeks pulling this gift together just for him. I looked out the window, expecting to see the warm lights of the quiet seaside diner Adrian had promised we would visit. Instead, the driver pulled up to the shiny glass entrance of Le Cachet, the most expensive and exclusive nightclub in the city. The driver turned round to look at me, “Mr Lancaster is here.” Before I could ask why Adrian had asked him to bring me here, my phone buzzed in my hand and Adrian’s name lit up the screen. "Vivian, I can't make it tonight," Adrian said as soon as I picked up his call, his voice quick. "The company is in huge trouble. We are facing a massive financial crash, and I have to stay in an emergency

Vivian's pov Five years passed and while still in Switzerland, my daughter grew strong and healthy, filling my life with joy. But back home in Northport, I spent every single day planning my move. The night when my daughter was born. While Adrian was off celebrating his new deal, my grandfather’s people were already moving fast. Arthur Sinclair was not just a rich man, he was one of the most powerful leaders in the world. With a few phone calls, my grandfather replaced the hospital staff with his own trusted doctors. Together, we created fake medical reports showing that my baby girl had passed away. At three in the morning, a silent medical helicopter landed on the hospital roof. The nurses carefully carried my tiny daughter inside a heated travel pod, flying her far away to an elite private hospital in Switzerland. She would be safe there, surrounded by the best doctors in the world. The next morning, a messenger delivered the fake death certificate straight to Adrian's d

Vivian’s pov The air in the VIP lounge instantly turned to ice. Damien Cross towered over Adrian, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the polished floor. As the head of the Cross Conglomerate, the most formidable titan in international defense, shipping, and global logistics, Damien was a man whose name made world leaders tread carefully. He was not just rich; he was dangerous. Adrian froze mid-stride, his hand hovering uselessly in the air just inches from where it had tried to grab my arm. Slowly, Damien stepped forward, placing his tall frame entirely between Adrian and me. He reached down, took my hand in his, and raised it to his lips, pressing a warm, respectful kiss against my knuckles, his dark eyes never leaving Adrian’s pale, trembling face. When Damien finally turned his gaze toward Adrian, his expression shifted into one of pure, unadulterated contempt. "If you take one more step toward my fiancée, Lancaster," Damien said, his voice dropping to

Vivian The atmosphere inside the boardroom was already tense when I took my seat at the head of the table. Victor Hale sat directly across from me, with his hands folded over the documents in front of him. Eleanor Whitmore was studying the financial report while Richard kept tapping his pen against the table.Nobody spoke until I placed my folder down.“We are proceeding with the acquisition,” I said.Victor immediately shook his head. “No, Mrs. Sinclair. We cannot approve this purchase.”My fingers tightened around the edge of the folder. “You have not even heard the full proposal.”“We have heard enough,” Victor replied.I looked at him directly. “Julian Ford’s company is currently supporting Lancaster Enterprises. Acquiring even a small percentage of the firm gives us access to information and influence that could weaken Adrian’s next move.”Eleanor finally looked up from the report.“That is precisely why we should not do it. The purchase is too risky, and the board does not want

Vivian Marcus stood across from my desk with a file clutched tightly in his right hand. His normally composed expression had changed, and the slight crease between his brows told me that whatever he was about to say was important.“There is a problem,” he said.I leaned back in my chair. “Tell me.”“A woman named Renata Cole has started looking into the paper trail behind the companies that purchased Lancaster Enterprises’ shares and assets.”I narrowed my eyes.“Who is she?”“A private investigator. She has worked on sensitive corporate cases before, and she is good at following financial records. She has already connected several of the companies involved.”He placed the file on my desk and opened it.“She hasn't identified you yet, but she is getting closer.”I glanced through the documents. “She won't find anything useful.”Marcus looked at me carefully. “Are you certain?”“Damien gave me his assurance, that everything was covered.”He straightened slightly.“Then you trust him?”