All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Ex-Wife’s Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The champagne glass slipped from Damian Cross’s fingers, hit the marble floor and shattered.Every conversation in the ballroom stopped, and Amara Quinn stood at the entrance, one hand resting on the strap of her black handbag. A few drops of rain clung to her mahogany hair, and her black dress was simple, fitted, and far from the expensive gowns surrounding her.She looked straight at the man standing beneath the crystal chandelier.Damian.This made it seven years of marriage, and three years since their divorce. Not once had she seen him look as if the ground had disappeared beneath his feet, until now..“Amara?”A woman beside him whispered the name, then the whispers began.“Is that really her?”“I thought she left the country.”“What’s she doing here?”Amara walked into the ballroom and a waiter stepped aside. Someone pulled a phone from their pocket, and at the far end of the room, a camera flashed.She didn’t look at any of them.Damian’s fiancée stood beside him i

Amara arrived at the restaurant twelve minutes early, and she chose a table near the window, ordered a glass of water and placed her phone beside it.The message from the previous night was still saved in her gallery.Ask your ex-husband what he did at 11:47 p.m.She had spent most of the night trying to understand it, and by morning, she had stopped wondering who sent it and started looking for someone who might know the answer.That was how she found Eli Carter, a former internal auditor at Cross Meridian. He had left the company shortly after the warehouse disaster and, according to the little information Amara could find, had never worked for another major logistics firm.At 1:12 p.m., the restaurant door opened, and a man in a dark jacket entered. He scanned the room before he walked towards her table.“Amara Quinn?”She stood.“Eli Carter?”He nodded and took the seat opposite her.“You look different from your company photograph,” he said.“You look like someone who

Sloane Whitmore stared at the figures on her laptop, as she had checked them three times.It was the same amount, dates, and recipient. Every transfer led back to an account connected to Victor Hale, and she clicked on the latest transaction.$2,400,000.The payment had been made six days before the warehouse disaster, and another transfer followed two days later. Then a third, just hours before the fire.Sloane leaned closer to the screen.Her father had always been careful with money, all of his investment was documented, every major transaction discussed with his financial advisers too. He never moved millions without a reason, so why were these payments hidden?She opened the attached records and found a company name she didn’t recognise.Vantage Operations LLC.The account had received money from Whitmore Holdings before transferring it to a subsidiary managed by Cross Meridian.Sloane reached for her phone, she had barely unlocked it when a voice came from behind her.

Eli was waiting when Amara arrived, and he sat at the far end of the private conference room, a laptop open in front of him and a thick folder beside it. He looked like he hadn’t slept.“You look terrible,” Amara said.“Good morning to you too.”She dropped her handbag onto the chair.“What’s happened?”Eli turned the laptop towards her.“I found something.”Amara pulled out a chair and sat.On the screen was a series of operational reports. She recognised the layout immediately. They were AEGIS system logs, dated three years earlier.“Where did you get these?”“Backups. Some were stored outside the main company server. I managed to recover them from an old audit archive.”“Are they original?”“Copies of the original records. I’ve preserved the metadata, but they’ll still need independent forensic authentication before we use them in court.”Amara scrolled through the first report, then she stopped.A warning had been issued six hours before the warehouse disaster.She