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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 308
Apple City had changed.With The Broker dead, his network had crumbled like a house of cards. Bank accounts were seized. Businesses were reclaimed. Corrupt officials turned on each other.And Louis Kindsor stood at the center of it all.He wasn’t just a businessman anymore.He was the king in the shadows.But power came with a cost.And his was just beginning.The penthouse was silent. Too silent.Louis stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out over the city. His city.Pearl leaned against the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey, watching him carefully. “So, that’s it, huh?”Louis didn’t turn. “No. It’s just the beginning.”Juliet, seated on the couch with her arms crossed, exhaled. “Then why does it feel like we’re waiting for the next explosion?”Louis finally turned. His gaze was sharp, unreadable.“Because we are.”Pearl set her glass down, tapping her nails against the crystal. “You’ve already won, Louis. Apple City is yours. The Broker’s empire is in ruins. What’s left?”Loui
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 309
The room shimmered with wealth and arrogance. A ballroom filled with Apple City’s most powerful elites, corporate giants, and crime lords in tailored suits and designer gowns. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over conversations that weren’t just business—they were power plays.And in the center of it all, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand, was Marcus Fang.A man who had spent his life crawling through the filth of the corporate underworld, only to polish himself into something resembling legitimacy. A CEO, an investor, and most importantly—a man still clinging to the ashes of The Eternal Clan.He smirked as he addressed the crowd, voice carrying just enough mockery to be a challenge.“Louis Kindsor? Oh, please.” Marcus chuckled, swirling his drink lazily. “He was only dangerous because of The Broker. Now? He’s nothing but a fallen prince—no throne, no power, just a name that used to mean something.”A ripple of laughter spread through the guests. Some joined in; others exc
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 310
Just as Marcus Fang’s humiliation reached its peak, another figure rose from the crowd.Zhao Rui—the young master of the Zhao Family, one of the wealthiest corporate dynasties in the country. Suave, arrogant, and dangerously ambitious.“Louis Kindsor.”His voice rang through the hall, measured but filled with undisguised contempt.Louis glanced up, unimpressed.Zhao Rui stepped forward, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. "I hope you enjoyed your little stunt. But understand this—taking over a single venue means nothing in the real game."Louis didn’t reply, simply watching.Zhao Rui smirked. "Fang Enterprises was never a real contender. But my family?" He spread his arms slightly. "We are on a different level. You should know that. So let me make this clear."The entire ballroom listened in silence.“Starting tonight, I am declaring war on you. Every business tied to Kindsor Holdings will be under attack—your suppliers, your partners, your contracts.”He leaned in slightly. "I’
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 311
In the center of the room, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, sat Louis.Calm. Unmoved.Sipping tea.A delicate porcelain cup in his fingers, steam rising in soft, slow curls.His eyes met Wu Ren’s through the darkness, unreadable, as if he had been expecting him all along.Wu Ren’s fingers tightened around his blade.This wasn’t normal.No fear. No surprise. No attempt to defend himself.Louis exhaled softly. "You’re late."Wu Ren didn’t hesitate.His blade flashed forward, moving faster than the human eye could track.A perfect strike.Straight for the throat.The end of Louis Kindsor.And then—CRACK.Before Wu Ren’s strike could connect, Louis simply lifted a hand.With one casual motion, he waved his fingers—And Wu Ren’s blade shattered.Splinters of steel exploded mid-air, the fragments cutting into Wu Ren’s own skin.Pain lanced up his wrist as the bones snapped under an unseen force.Wu Ren staggered back, gasping, his entire arm useless, mangled.This shouldn’t be possible.Wu
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 312
The arena was silent.The crowd, packed with Apple City’s elite, watched in anticipation. Some were excited, others terrified, but all of them had one question burning in their minds:Was Louis Kindsor truly insane for accepting this challenge?Opposite him, standing tall and unshaken, was Elder Ming—a renowned martial arts master, the undefeated champion of Zhao Corp’s underground fight division. His reputation was legend.Ming was an old lion, grizzled and wise, with more than sixty years of experience. His sheer aura of dominance made lesser men tremble.And right now? He was amused.Ming cracked his knuckles, his movements slow and deliberate. "You must be joking."Louis didn’t respond. He simply stood there, calm and still, watching.Ming smirked. "You dare challenge me? You’re not even a cultivator!"Laughter rippled through the crowd.Zhao Jingwei, now seated like a king in the VIP section, leaned back, a sneer on his lips. "This is what happens when a businessman overestimates
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 313
The massive ballroom of Apple City’s Grand Imperial Hotel was packed with the city’s wealthiest elites, politicians, and hidden cultivators from ancient sects. Crystal chandeliers bathed the crowd in golden light, while murmurs of anticipation rippled through the sea of tailored suits and designer gowns.At the center of the hall stood Grandmaster Bai, an imposing figure clad in dark martial robes embroidered with golden dragons. His presence radiated an aura of overwhelming dominance—an iron will forged through decades of cultivation. His piercing gaze swept across the audience before settling on one man.Louis Kindsor.Dressed in an immaculate black suit, one hand casually swirling a glass of deep red wine, the other resting lazily in his pocket, Louis exuded an air of indifference.Bai scoffed. "So, this is the so-called king of Apple City? A mere businessman who stumbled upon a bit of power?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "The Eternal Clan does not
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 314
A suffocating silence filled the grand hall. The golden chandeliers above flickered slightly, disturbed by the lingering shockwaves of Bai’s Heaven-Severing Palm. The dust had settled, but the tension in the air was thicker than ever.All eyes were locked onto Louis Kindsor.Unmoved. Unshaken. Unbothered.Bai, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, his composure cracking. "Y-You…" He clenched his fists, the veins on his arms bulging. "What trick did you use? How did you withstand my most powerful technique?"Louis chuckled, stepping forward.The sound of his shoes tapping against the marble floor echoed like a death knell."Trick?" He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "I just didn't find it worth dodging."Bai’s expression twisted into rage. "Arrogant brat!" He roared, summoning his Qi once more.But before he could react—Louis flicked his finger.BOOM!The very air detonated from the sheer force, sending a visible shockwave blasting through the arena. The floor c
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 315
The Grand Imperial Hotel stood on the edge of collapse. The once-luxurious ballroom was now a war zone—cracked marble floors, shattered chandeliers, and fallen pillars bore witness to the terrifying clash that had just unfolded.But the fight was far from over.The Eternal Clan refused to accept defeat.Hundreds of cultivators in dark robes surged forward, their eyes burning with both fury and desperation. Behind them, the four remaining Elders of the Eternal Clan floated midair, their aura surging like a rising storm.A tall, silver-haired elder at the front, Head Elder Fang, raised his hand, halting his disciples. His voice carried across the ruined hall, sharp and venomous."Louis Kindsor… you have underestimated the power of the Eternal Clan." His fingers tightened into a fist. "We are not merely a group of cultivators—we are a legacy that has stood for centuries. You will not walk away from this alive."Louis remained standing in the same spot. His black suit, still pristine, gav
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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
