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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 355
And then—The massive screen behind him flickered to life. The entire boardroom gasped as dozens of digital files appeared, each one revealing detailed logs, timestamps, and transaction trails.Louis gestured casually toward the screen."You see, Victor, the thing about modern business is that every move leaves a digital trail. Even when you try to erase it."Victor’s face lost its color. "W-What is this?"Louis turned to his chief technology officer, who had been sitting quietly at the end of the table."Care to explain, Mr. Warren?"The CTO smirked, tapping a few keys on his laptop. "Gladly. Over the past month, I noticed irregular access patterns in our financial systems. Turns out, some of our documents were being altered remotely."The screen zoomed in, showing the exact IP addresses and digital signatures."And where did these alterations originate from?" Louis asked.The CTO grinned. "From accounts tied directly to The Sovereign’s operatives."The room exploded into stunned wh
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 356
Back in Kindsor Tower, Louis sat at his desk, swirling a glass of dark whiskey, watching the live challenge with a raised brow.“Fraudulence?” he muttered. “That’s rich, coming from a man who’s been hiding longer than my grandfather’s pension checks.”Eleanor stormed in seconds later, followed by Eliza, Julia, and Garvos De.“You’re not seriously going to accept that circus stunt,” Eleanor said flatly.“Why not?” Louis replied with a smirk. “He wants to turn this into a show? Fine. I’ll give him a performance he’ll never forget.”Garvos crossed his arms. “We found something. You need to see this.”A hologram flickered to life. Julia tapped through the schematics of the tournament arena—scheduled to be held in Arcadia Colosseum, a world-renowned fighting venue.“There are micro-explosives rigged into the foundation,” she said grimly. “Coded to detonate with a remote signal. There’s no way this was just about martial arts.”Eliza’s tone was colder than steel. “He’s not planning to win.
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 357
The Phantom Alliance was starting to rot—from the inside out.Louis’s relentless counterattacks had turned boardroom moguls into bankrupt nobodies, exposed their tech systems like Swiss cheese, and made sure every single corrupt transaction they made was now public knowledge.And now? Even their own members were beginning to turn on them.In a private penthouse far above the skyline, Louis sat in silence, sipping espresso with the kind of casual grace usually reserved for kings and smug cats who know they can knock over anything.Across from him sat three of the Phantom Alliance’s most prominent “untouchables.”Or rather, formerly untouchable.“I’m not here to grovel,” muttered Darius Feng, CEO of a multi-billion tech conglomerate and long-time financial backer of Helios. “But the tides have changed. We see that now.”Louis didn’t even glance up. “Let me guess—loyalty’s a luxury item now that your offshore accounts are under ice and your credit line’s as dead as your dignity?”Darius
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 358
In the dead of night, the world trembled—not from war, or politics, or economy—but from something far more dangerous.Desperation.The Sovereign, once untouchable, now stood on the edge of defeat, mocked and dismantled by a man the world once called “an overambitious corporate brat.”His empire? In ruins.His alliances? Shattered.His pride? In tatters.But he wasn’t finished. Not yet.High in the Forsaken Peaks, buried beneath layers of spiritual fog and ancient seals, lay the ruins of the Temple of Whispering Flame—an ancestral site long abandoned by the Kindsor clan.It was whispered in myths that this place held the original scrolls of the Kindsor cultivation legacy—the techniques that had once allowed them to stand above the heavens.Techniques no outsider had ever mastered.Until now.The Sovereign’s shadow moved through the cracked pillars and shattered altars like a ghost.He stood before the central chamber, hand outstretched, eyes blazing with obsession.“There… you are.”Re
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 359
One flick of his wrist, and the raging storm around The Sovereign vanished—as if the universe itself had decided to mute his tantrum.“This,” Louis said, moving through the ancient Kindsor stances with effortless grace, “is what you were trying to steal.”Each movement was like a painting, each step echoing across reality with divine precision. The Sovereign, eyes wide in horror, could only watch.Louis exhaled slowly.“You wanted power you didn’t earn. But some things?”He raised his hand again.“Can’t be stolen. They must be inherited.”The Sovereign collapsed, coughing violently, his own Qi lashing out from within. The stolen energy was consuming him—tearing apart his spiritual core.“You… you’ll regret this,” he rasped. “I still have—”Louis flicked a finger, sealing the man’s energy flow with a single wave.“Oh, zip it,” he said. “You sound like a washed-up villain in a soap opera who thinks monologues count as strategy.”He leaned closer, voice low and merciless.“Let me spell i
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 360
With each movement, Alexander’s energy began to shift. The black streaks in his aura began to flicker—gold starting to return.“What… What are you doing to me?” he gasped, stumbling back.Louis stepped forward.“Our techniques weren’t made for hate,” he said, voice calm. “The Kindsor legacy is built on strength, not vengeance. On will, not manipulation.”He raised his palm, letting a wave of pure golden energy wash over Alexander’s next strike—purifying it instantly.Alexander dropped to his knees.“You’ve… been fed poison,” Louis said, staring down at him. “By the same man who used you like a disposable blade.”High above the arena, in a floating observation deck, The Sovereign’s voice thundered with fury.“Finish him, Alexander!” he screamed. “I raised you! I trained you! You are my weapon!”Alexander’s breath was ragged.He looked at Louis—then at the man who had fed him lies, isolated him, and warped his legacy into a tool for petty vengeance.And in that moment, clarity hit like
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 361
“I’m not going to play media chess with a man who’s still faxing his propaganda,” Louis said, reclining in his office chair, sipping jasmine tea like it was victory itself.“Then what’s the plan?” Eliza asked.Louis smiled. “Let him overplay. Let him send his clowns. And then we show the world what happens when you bring lies to a live broadcast.”The event was innocent enough: a charity martial arts exhibition, raising funds for orphaned cultivators and injured veterans. The crowd was massive. Kids ran through booths. Business leaders mingled with monks.Dozens of drones hovered above the venue, recording every inch from every possible angle—all unfiltered, livestreamed, and immune to editing.Eliza leaned in. “You sure they’ll take the bait?”Louis smirked. “They’ve been gulping it down for days. It’s time to yank the hook.”Right on cue, a group of masked men burst into the event, firing spiritual shockwaves at the stage, hurling civilians aside, and yelling for the cameras:“Stop
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 362
Diana stood in Louis’s office, arms shaking, a folder in hand, tears on her cheeks. She couldn’t take it anymore.“I… I never meant to hurt you,” she whispered. “He has my kids, Louis. He said if I didn’t cooperate, they’d…”Her voice cracked. “They’d send me pieces of them in gift wrap.”Louis leaned back in his chair, utterly composed.“Oh no,” he said calmly. “You definitely meant to hurt me. Just not permanently.”Diana’s eyes widened. “You knew?”Louis stood slowly, walking over to a digital panel on the wall. With a flick of his finger, the screen lit up—showing live security footage of two children sitting in a lavish room, laughing with a caretaker.“Your children,” he said, “have been safe for two weeks. I had them extracted the same day you sent your first encrypted message to The Sovereign.”Diana collapsed into the nearest chair.“But… how?”Louis shrugged. “Diana, you once used a spreadsheet to bankrupt five hedge funds. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you flagging
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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
