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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 289
He forced his eyes open, locking onto her frantic expression.“Still here,” he muttered. “For now.”Juliet exhaled sharply. She was already running the numbers in her head.He had hours. Maybe less.Pearl, gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles went white, snarled, “We should’ve killed Adrian right there. That bastard crushed the only antidote we had.”Juliet’s mind raced.“No, he didn’t,” she said suddenly.Pearl’s gaze snapped to her. “The hell are you talking about?”Juliet’s fingers flew across her tablet, her brain working faster than it ever had before.“I scanned the antidote before we left,” she explained. “The molecular structure was complex—but it was derived from a single key compound.”Louis managed a weak inhale. “Meaning?”Juliet’s eyes flashed. “Meaning I can still make a counteragent.”Pearl’s hands tightened on the wheel. “And what do we need?”Juliet’s voice was cold, calculating.“A sample from Adrian Wolfe.”Silence hung in the car.Pearl was the first to
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 290
Adrian Wolfe stood atop his glass-walled penthouse, gazing out at the city he now controlled. The neon skyline stretched before him, a glowing empire built on the ashes of the old rulers.The Obsidian Ring? His now.Silas? Gone.Louis Kindsor? Dying, hunted.Everything was falling into place.With a smirk, Adrian swirled the wine in his glass, watching the news screens across the city.Louis Kindsor’s bounty had set Apple City ablaze.Mercenaries. Bounty hunters. Crime syndicates. Every desperate killer in the city wanted a piece of the fallen king.Adrian took a slow sip, relishing the moment.Let them chase him. Let them break him.By the time Louis finally crawled back into the light… there wouldn’t be anything left of him.Pearl adjusted the black tactical gloves on her hands, exhaling slowly. She hated waiting.Juliet, crouched beside her, had her tablet linked into Adrian’s security grid, hacking through the layers of encrypted firewalls.“Almost there,” Juliet muttered.Pearl’s
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 291
Pearl and Juliet moved fast, darting between cover as bullets tore through the walls.Juliet pulled a smoke grenade from her belt, tossing it into the corridor.A thick, gray haze exploded outward.Pearl grabbed Juliet’s wrist. “Move!”They rushed toward the emergency exit, dodging gunfire, weaving through the maze of steel hallways.Pearl grinned. “Not bad. Almost too easy.”And then—A shadow dropped from above.Juliet’s breath caught. “Oh, hell.”Pearl whipped around, gun raised.Standing in the middle of the hallway—Adrian Wolfe.But this wasn’t the same polished businessman they had seen before.Adrian was clad in a sleek, black combat suit, glowing faintly with stolen Eternal technology.A prototype.The plating along his arms pulsed with energy, faint, violet streaks crackling with barely contained power.He cracked his neck. “I was hoping I’d get to test this.”Pearl exhaled. “Of course he has a goddamn power suit.”Adrian smirked. “I don’t believe in leaving things to chance
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 292
They moved fast, weaving through the maze-like facility, avoiding patrols, ducking under security cameras.Terminator X led them with ease, his movements precise, like he knew the layout better than anyone.Juliet’s suspicions deepened.“How do you know this place so well?”Terminator X didn’t slow his pace.“I do my homework.”They reached a loading dock, where a sleek black escape vehicle was waiting.Pearl’s instincts were screaming now.This was too clean.Too easy.She stepped in front of Terminator X, blocking his path. “Alright, talk.”He frowned. “We don’t have time for this.”Pearl’s grip on her pistol tightened. “You’re damn right we don’t.”“Why are you really here?”Juliet shifted beside her, scanning his face, her own suspicions solidifying.Terminator X let out a slow breath.Then—He pulled his gun.Juliet’s stomach dropped.Pearl’s gun was already raised.Terminator X’s expression was unreadable, cold.And then he turned his gun on Louis.Louis, still weak, barely mana
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 293
The storm had been brewing for too long.Adrian Wolfe had played his game, manipulated every piece, twisted every rule.Now, it was time to end him.Louis stood at the edge of the rooftop, staring down at Adrian’s penthouse—his fortress. The highest peak in Apple City, bathed in golden light, a monument to power and control.Juliet knelt beside him, her sniper rifle prepped, eyes sharp with focus.Pearl, still bandaged from the gunshot wound, twirled a knife between her fingers, her smirk hiding the simmering rage beneath.None of them spoke.There was nothing left to say.This was war.And Adrian Wolfe was about to lose.The attack began at midnight.Juliet’s first shot shattered the silence, taking out a rooftop guard before he could even gasp.Pearl moved first, slipping past security lasers, cutting through the throat of the first mercenary with silent precision.Louis and Juliet followed, their movements surgical, efficient.Every step was planned.Every kill was calculated.They
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 294
The penthouse shook with the aftershocks of destruction. From the massive windows behind them, Louis could see the city bathed in fire and smoke.Adrian’s empire was collapsing in real time.The echoes of explosions rumbled from the districts below, the buildings once controlled by The Obsidian Ring now in ruins.Louis stood over the man who had pulled every string, played every hand, and tried to control fate itself.But fate had other plans.Adrian Wolfe was on his knees.The once pristine, untouchable mastermind now looked like any other beaten man. His silver hair hung limply over his face, streaked with blood. His designer suit—torn, ruined, unrecognizable.His breath was ragged, his arrogance finally cracking.Louis took slow, deliberate steps forward, his boots leaving streaks of blood on the sleek penthouse floor.He lifted his gun, pressing the barrel against Adrian’s forehead.Outside, the city continued to burn in the glass’s reflection.Adrian let out a low, hoarse chuckle
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 295
The night felt different.The air was thick with theA scent of smoke and gunpowder, the echoes of a crumbling empire fading into silence.From the top floor of the tallest skyscraper in Apple City, Louis Kindsor stood by the glass, staring down at the city he had just conquered.Behind him, Juliet and Pearl flanked either side—his right and left hand.Pearl smirked, arms crossed. “Well, Kindsor? How does it feel?”Louis exhaled slowly. The weight of victory was heavy—but satisfying.He turned, a slow smirk forming.“Let’s build an empire.”The news spread like wildfire.Adrian Wolfe was finished.The Obsidian Ring was leaderless, fractured. Some of them had already pledged loyalty to Louis, recognizing the shift in power.Others? Not so much.Juliet leaned against the sleek conference table, scrolling through the latest intelligence reports. “There’s still resistance. A few of Adrian’s old allies are refusing to fall in line.”Pearl let out a dry laugh. “Let me guess—they think they c
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 296
For years, Apple City’s underworld had functioned under a brutal hierarchy. The Broker had ruled from the shadows. Adrian Wolfe had played his long game.Now, with both of them gone, there was one truth left:The strongest would claim the throne.And Louis Kindsor wasn’t about to let anyone take what was his.Juliet slid a holo-report across the sleek black conference table. The names flashed in bright red, accompanied by grainy surveillance photos.THE VULTURES – Arms dealers turned warlords, specializing in paramilitary tactics.THE CRIMSON LOTUS – An old-school syndicate with deep ties in the Asian underground markets.THE VEYRON SYNDICATE – A corporate-backed criminal empire that thrived in high-stakes financial manipulation.They had all been minor players under Adrian’s reign.Now, they were rising together.Pearl leaned back in her chair, tossing a knife between her fingers. “Three gangs teaming up? That’s cute.”Juliet’s expression was grim. “It’s more than that. They’re coord
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CHAPTER 389
The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
CHAPTER 385
The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
CHAPTER 383
“They were mine!”Kael whispered, pale. “They were never yours, sir. You just rented them… until someone better showed up.”Mark screamed.Louis. Again. Always him.But deep down, Mark understood something far worse.This wasn’t the end.This was the start of something he could no longer control.And Louis?He wasn’t fighting for power.He was fighting for everyone Mark had forgotten.Beneath the ruined city of Caldus, in a vault built from spiritsteel and arrogance, Mark Jennings stood at the heart of the Shadow Auction—his latest masterpiece of corruption.Around him sat warlords wrapped in animal skins and silk suits, crooked politicians oozing perfume and power, and black-robed syndicate leaders who whispered curses louder than prayers.Projected across the vaulted chamber were translucent prisms—each holding a spirit core, glowing faintly, extracted from captured cultivators loyal to Louis.Mark tapped his glass with a silver spoon.“Welcome, esteemed degenerates,” he smiled. “To
CHAPTER 382
Mark threw a chair through the screen.“This isn’t possible! HOW?!”Kael cowered. “He used... the Dragon Vein Network. The legends were real. The Kindsor temples are spiritually tethered.”Mark’s eyes bulged. “That’s a bedtime story!”“Yeah,” Kael whimpered. “Except the bedtime story just collapsed seven military bases.”Mark slammed his fist into the wall.“You mean to tell me… we got outsmarted by decorative floor tiles?!”Kael didn’t dare respond.In the Hidden GroveMira watched the news, stunned.Louis finally spoke, voice soft but firm. “They feared the dragon. But they forgot it doesn’t roar until you step on its spine.”She shivered. “What happens now?”Louis looked to the horizon, eyes glinting with purpose.“Now? We rebuild. And when Mark tries again…” He smiled faintly. “We don’t collapse ground.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”Louis’s smile deepened.“We collapse empires.”War-torn cities smoldered under the illusion of peace.Mark Jennings stood atop a broken milita
CHAPTER 381
Mark Jennings was done playing games.Humiliation burned like acid in his chest, each word from Louis’s last appearance looping through his mind like a curse. His reflection in the mirror sneered at him, as if even his own image mocked his failure.“This ends now,” he growled, voice raw with fury. “Burn it all. I want the entire Kindsor network reduced to rubble.”Behind him, a dozen emissaries from rogue states nodded grimly. Their job was simple: conquest by chaos.By dusk, private armies surged across borders—armored vehicles disguised as "peacekeeping convoys" rolled through sacred grounds, while rogue cultivators unleashed hell on ancient temples. Smoke clouded the skies. Cries of civilians pierced the night like broken flutes.Atop a blood-stained mountain base, a general cackled. “Kindsor sanctuaries? More like kindling.”Every news station echoed the same narrative.“Former Louis loyalists caught hoarding soul weapons.”“Public enemies: Kindsor cults tied to insurgency.”“Peac
