All Chapters of Stripper Heiress: Revenge Marriage to the Devil Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I have a joyful announcement to share with everyone today," Elizabeth's sweet, ringing voice carries over the buzzing charity luncheon room as she steps directly to Christopher's side.I stand three feet behind them on the small raised stage, my hands locked tightly in front of my silk skirt.The bright flashes from dozens of press cameras explode in continuous, blinding bursts against my eyes.Elizabeth turns her face toward Christopher, giving the reporters a glowing, victorious smile before placing her right hand softly over her flat stomach."Christopher and I are expecting our first child together," Elizabeth announces into the cluster of news microphones, her voice dropping into a tender tone. "The Lambert family is finally getting the heir it deserves."A sudden wave of loud gasps and furious camera shutters erupts across the entire ballroom.My heart drops into a cold, bottomless pit inside my chest.I look straight at Christopher's profile, searching for any denial, any shoc

"Sit down, Cecelia," Theophilus says, gesturing to the heavy leather chair across his quiet study.The black sedan dropped me off at this secluded private residence on the edge of the city ten minutes ago.I adjust the high collar of my coat over my throat, my body still aching from the hospital bed, and take a seat. My pulse beats slow and steady against my skin."I know what happened on those stairs," Theophilus says, his sharp grey eyes searching my face with intense focus. "I've been watching you closely since I handed you that note at the gala.""I don't need pity, Theophilus," I reply, my voice flat, firm, and completely void of tears. "I need weapons.""Good," he says, leaning forward and resting his hands on the desk. "Because Christopher Lambert thinks he has already won. He believes you are a broken, grieving girl who will hand him the Poseidon empire without a fight.""Then let him keep believing it," I say. "Tell me where to start."For the next three hours, Theophilus beg

"I know you have the Lambert files, Cecelia," Rihanna's crisp, cool voice cuts straight through the encrypted phone line before I can even greet her.I hold my breath, resting my fingers against the glass window of my bedroom."Who gave you this number?" I demand softly."Information is my currency, darling," Rihanna replies, her low laugh carrying over the speaker. "I run the biggest independent media network in the country, and I make my living destroying men who think their bank accounts make them untouchable. Meet me at the Black Lotus Café in twenty minutes, or stay a golden bird in Christopher Lambert's cage."The line goes dead before I can answer.Twenty minutes later, I sit in the back corner booth of the quiet, dim café on the edge of the financial district.Rihanna sits across from me, her sharp dark eyes assessing my face with surgical precision while she sips her espresso. She wears a crisp tailored blazer, her phone sitting facedown on the table between us."Let's skip t

"You bought four percent of my company behind my back, Cecelia!" Christopher's roaring voice slams through the grand foyer before the front doors even finish swinging shut.I stand near the foot of the wide marble staircase, my body freezing into a stance of absolute defiance.He charges toward me across the hall, his dark eyes bloodshot and burning with a terrifying, unbridled fury. He rips his silk tie off with one violent jerk of his hand and hurls it onto the floor. The heavy, predatory aura rolling off his towering frame makes the air in the room instantly suffocatingly hot."I warned you," he growls, stopping inches away, his massive body looming over mine like a storm cloud. "I warned you what would happen if you tried to cross me, you ungrateful little liar!""I don't belong to you, Christopher," I snap back instantly, my voice ringing out with razor-sharp authority as I step straight into his space. "I can buy whatever stock I want with my own money!""Your money?" he sneers,

"Take your seat at the head of the table, Christopher," Senior Board Member Vance orders, his voice stern and cold in the emergency session room.I sit quietly near the middle of the long mahogany conference table, smoothed out in a simple black dress, my legs crossed beneath the chair.Christopher stands rigid at the head of the room, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his tailored dark jacket open. The humiliation in the air is thick, suffocating, and absolute as twenty of the most powerful executives in the city force him to stand before them like a disgraced officer."We have reviewed the public filings from Poseidon Group," Member Vance continues, tapping his knuckles against the thick stack of financial audits. "Cecelia Vance holds nine point three percent of Lambert Group voting shares, alongside her rightful controlling claim over Poseidon. Christopher, you will publicly acknowledge her official status on this board today."Christopher's jaw tightens so hard the tight f