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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
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 297
The war had begun, but Louis wasn’t about to fight it on their terms.Brute force was for fools like Silas. Adrian had used manipulation and wealth.But Louis Kindsor?He played the long game.Inside the dimly lit command room, the glow of digital maps and security feeds illuminated the sharp angles of Louis’s face.Juliet stood at the opposite end of the table, swiping through data on her tablet.“The Vultures are already on edge,” she said. “They don’t trust The Crimson Lotus completely. We can push that further.”Louis exhaled slowly, his mind already crafting the next move.“Then we feed them a lie.”Pearl, leaning against the wall with a whiskey in hand, arched an eyebrow.“A lie?”Louis nodded, his fingers tapping against the table rhythmically.“We let The Vultures think The Crimson Lotus betrayed them. Just enough to light the fire.”Juliet’s lips curved slightly.“A forged weapons deal gone wrong? Or maybe a missing money transfer?”Louis smirked. “Something more personal. Ma
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 298
The bullet should’ve killed Pearl.It didn’t.But that meant whoever ordered the hit wasn’t just sending a message anymore.They were escalating.And Louis Kindsor was about to send a message of his own.Juliet’s fingers flew over her tablet, eyes scanning data streams, heat signatures, and encrypted feeds as she traced the sniper’s escape route.Pearl, still recovering from almost having her head blown off, sipped a glass of whiskey at the bar, watching Juliet work."You’re sure it wasn’t one of the crime families?” she asked.Juliet shook her head. “No. This wasn’t a syndicate hit. This was professional.”Louis stood nearby, arms crossed, his mind already miles ahead."So who has that kind of reach?"Juliet’s eyes flickered. “That’s what I’m finding out.”She pulled up a feed from a private dark-web server, one that only the highest-level mercenaries had access to.A single event listing blinked in bold red text.LIVE AUCTION – EXCLUSIVE CONTRACTS – HIGHEST BID WINS.Underneath, the
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 299
Thunder rumbled through the night sky, casting eerie flashes of light over the skyline as the streets below descended into chaos.Protesters gathered outside the AAA Group’s headquarters, chanting for Louis Kindsor’s resignation, their voices amplified by the media’s relentless coverage.Screens across the city played the same looped broadcast—the return of The Broker.Louis sat in his penthouse, his jaw clenched as he watched the footage on the large screen before him. The Broker’s message was simple but lethal."Apple City, your so-called king is nothing more than a fraud. A tyrant who killed his way to the top, using deception and violence. But worst of all… he is no different from the monsters he claimed to fight. Don’t take my word for it—take hers."The screen flickered, shifting to a grainy video. And then, there she was. His mother.Dressed in a sleek black suit, her expression unreadable, she sat across from an unseen figure—likely The Broker himself. Her voice was clear, sha
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 300
Louis sat in the dim glow of his penthouse office, the silence pressing down on him like a physical weight. The masked figure’s warning replayed in his mind, the distorted voice taunting him."You’re fighting the wrong war, Kindsor.""The Broker isn’t the biggest threat in Apple City."That single message had thrown his world into uncertainty. He could deal with lies, with manipulation—but doubt? That was something else entirely.His mother’s image flickered on the screen before him. Her voice, sharp and unreadable, echoed in his thoughts."We had a deal."Had she been fighting The Broker? Or working with him?It was a question he never thought he’d have to ask.A voice pulled him out of his spiral.“We need to act. Now.”Pearl stood across from him, arms crossed, her tone sharper than usual.Juliet, seated near the window, exhaled. “Act how? The entire city is already on edge. We need to control the narrative before it spirals further.”Pearl scoffed, pacing. “Control the narrative?
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 301
The dim glow of Louis’s office felt colder than usual. His empire—built on calculated strategy, absolute control, and unwavering loyalty—was unraveling right before his eyes.The betrayal wasn’t a possibility anymore. It was a fact.Someone inside his circle, someone who had been with him since the beginning, had sold him out.And now? Now, everything he had fought for was slipping through his fingers.The door burst open.“We have a problem.”Juliet’s voice was sharp, but there was something else beneath it. Something rare—uncertainty.Pearl followed close behind, arms crossed, her face unreadable.Louis didn’t speak. He simply turned the screen toward them.The footage played in a loop."Orders are clear. No loose ends. Take them out."The audio was unmistakable. It was his voice.The screen flickered, showing a row of bodies—civilians—executed in cold blood.And then, the voice again"If they get in the way, eliminate them."The words were a death sentence.Juliet inhaled sharply. P
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 302
Louis stood at the edge of his penthouse, looking down at the chaos below.Apple City, the empire he had fought tooth and nail to control, was turning against him.The streets were flooded with protesters. Angry voices. Broken glass. Burning effigies."KINDSOR MUST FALL!""NO MORE KINGS!""JUSTICE FOR APPLE CITY!"The images on the news weren’t much better. Crowds storming AAA Group buildings. Police in riot gear trying—and failing—to contain the madness.And then came the real blow.Juliet’s voice cut through the static. “It’s official. The authorities just issued a warrant for your arrest.”She placed a tablet on the table. The screen flashed with breaking news."LOUIS KINDSOR, WANTED FOR CRIMES AGAINST THE CITY.""Charges: Conspiracy, murder, financial corruption.""Authorities urge citizens to report any sightings immediately."Pearl let out a low whistle. “They’re really going for it. Full-blown public execution.”Louis didn’t react. Didn’t flinch.His enemies had been trying to
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 303
Louis had become a phantom.To the world, he was a fugitive, a fallen king, a relic of a bygone era.But in the shadows? He was more dangerous than ever.He sat in a dimly lit safe house, deep underground, surrounded by walls of encrypted monitors. The glow of intelligence reports, financial statements, and live security feeds flickered across his face.Outside, Apple City believed he was gone. The streets had moved on. The news cycle had shifted.And that’s exactly what he wanted.Pearl’s words echoed in his mind.“Since when do you run from a fight?”I don’t.I just make sure the fight is on my terms.A voice crackled in his earpiece. “Target acquired.”Louis leaned forward. His first move had just fallen into place.He didn’t attack loudly. That wasn’t his style.Instead, he erased people before they even knew they were targets.One by one, The Broker’s key operatives disappeared.The first was Holloway.The man who had betrayed Louis publicly was now nothing more than a ghost story
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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
