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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 64
ONE DAY BEFORE SAMUEL WENT TO MEET LOUIS----Vivian sat in her penthouse suite, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room.Her lips curled into a smirk as Samuel entered, his posture stiff and uncertain.On the table before her was a sleek black bag, the zipper slightly open, revealing bundles of crisp bills.“Samuel,” Vivian greeted smoothly, her tone oozing false warmth.“So good of you to come. I was beginning to think you had second thoughts.”Samuel shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the bag of money.“I didn’t. But this… this doesn’t sit right with me, Vivian. Louis—”“Louis?” Vivian interrupted, her voice sharp as she leaned forward.“You mean the so-called self-made man? The fraud? The loser who spent years doing house chores and suddenly thinks he’s some kind of kingpin because he has Terminator X cleaning up his messes?” She let out a cold laugh, her manicured nails tapping against her wine glass.Samuel frowned but remained silent.“Oh, don’t look at me like tha
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 65
“How could Samuel do this?” Louis muttered, gripping the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white.Terminator X stopped mid-stride.“He didn’t just betray you, Louis. He handed her exactly what she needed to spin the narrative in her favor.”Louis clenched his jaw.“Play it again.”With a grim nod, Terminator X hit play.Samuel’s voice came through the speakers, smooth and conversational.“Vivian and Halton won’t stop until they ruin me,” Louis’s voice said, though the context had been carefully edited.“If Juliet and Pearl are caught in the crossfire, so be it. I’ll do what I must to protect my empire.”The recording ended with a deliberate pause, leaving just enough room for speculation and outrage.“Twisted beyond recognition,” Terminator X growled.“They’ve made you sound like a calculating monster who uses women as pawns.”Louis leaned back in his chair, his mind racing.“The media is eating this up. They’ll dissect every word, every pause. Damage control will b
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 66
Juliet had been pacing her apartment, conflicted and overwhelmed by the whirlwind of accusations and betrayals swirling around Louis.Her phone chimed with a message from an unknown number.“I have information that will prove Louis is lying to you. Meet me at Blue Orchid Café at 3 PM. —V.”Juliet hesitated, staring at the message.She wanted answers, but trusting Vivian felt like walking into a trap.Her emotions, however, overpowered her logic.If there’s a chance to know the truth, I have to take it.At 3 PM, Juliet walked into the café, scanning the crowd until she spotted Vivian, sipping on a glass of wine with a practiced air of superiority.“You actually came,” Vivian said, smirking.“I wasn’t sure you’d be brave enough.”“I’m not here for games, Vivian. What do you have?” Juliet snapped, pulling out a chair.Vivian leaned forward, her expression sly.“I could give you all the proof you need to see Louis for what he is, but I need something from you first.”“What could I possibl
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 65
Louis moved like a shadow, catching the attacker’s wrist and redirecting the blade.The man stumbled as Louis struck his ribs with an elbow, following it with a swift kick that sent him sprawling to the ground.The burly man, despite his injured arm, charged again."You think you’re better than us?" he growled, swinging wildly.Louis ducked, his movements precise and calculated.He delivered a brutal uppercut, sending the man reeling back into a stack of crates."Better? No," Louis said, stepping over the groaning man."Smarter and faster? Absolutely."From behind him, the lean man scrambled to his feet, gripping a metal pipe he’d found among the debris.He swung it with force, aiming for Louis’s head.Louis turned just in time, raising his arm to block the blow.Pain shot through his forearm, but he didn’t falter.With a swift movement, Louis disarmed the man, twisting the pipe out of his grasp and tossing it aside.He landed a powerful punch to the man’s temple, sending him crashing
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 66
Juliet’s mind was in turmoil, replaying Vivian’s words over and over.She clenched the photograph she’d found inside, her fingers trembling as her eyes burned with jealousy.The image showed Louis and Pearl, their faces close, their expressions unreadable under the dim lighting.To Juliet, it looked intimate, far too familiar."I need answers, Louis," she finally said, her voice tight with emotion."What is this? Were you lying to me about her?"Louis stopped in his tracks, turning to face her.His brows furrowed when he noticed the photograph in her hand.He exhaled sharply, frustration mingling with fatigue."Where did you find that?""Inside," she snapped, her eyes narrowing."It’s fake, isn’t it? Tell me it’s fake."Louis hesitated for the briefest moment."It’s not what it looks like, Juliet. Pearl and I were discussing something important—""Important?!" Juliet cut him off, her voice rising."It looks like more than just a discussion, Louis. Do you know how hard it is to trust y
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 67
"Are you sure about this?" Pearl asked, her voice steady but tinged with urgency."Louis really cares for this girl? And Vivian... she didn’t do this on her own?"Her investigator, a seasoned man with years of experience in tracking the city's most elusive figures, nodded grimly."It’s all connected. Louis has been involved with a woman, someone close to him. Vivian knows this, and she's been using her as bait to get to him."Pearl froze for a moment, her heart sinking. "Kidnapped?""Yes," he confirmed."Vivian orchestrated the whole thing. But what’s more troubling is that she’s not alone. There’s a mastermind behind her—a shadow figure who’s been pulling the strings from the start."Pearl clenched her fists."Who?" she demanded, her voice sharp.Her hands trembled slightly as she held the documents her private investigator had delivered just hours earlier.They revealed something far more sinister than she had anticipated—Vivian’s connections to a shadow organization known as The A
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The two worked late into the night, pouring over the information Pearl had uncovered.Among the files was a trail of financial transactions, coded messages, and a list of names—operatives, allies, and unsuspecting victims of The Avaris Circle’s schemes."This one," Pearl said, pointing to a name on the list."Marco Duvall. He’s one of their top enforcers.If anyone knows the truth about their plans, it’s him."Louis’s gaze sharpened."Where can I find him?"Pearl hesitated."He frequents a private club downtown. But Louis, he’s dangerous. You can’t just confront him without a plan."He smirked faintly, his confidence unwavering."I don’t intend to confront him. I’ll make him come to me."Pearl’s brow furrowed."What are you planning?"Louis stood, his movements deliberate as he gathered the documents."To give him a reason to talk."As he turned to leave, Pearl called after him."Be careful, Louis. These people don’t play fair."He glanced back, a determined glint in his eyes."Neithe
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 69
The headline splashed across every major media outlet was as damning as it was sensational.“Louis Kindsor Linked to Multi-Million Dollar Fraud Scheme.” The accompanying exposé detailed forged documents implicating Louis in a series of shady corporate deals, all carefully orchestrated to bring his reputation crashing down.Pearl read the leaked documents over and over, her sharp mind picking apart the inconsistencies and recognizing Vivian’s hand in the fabrication."This isn’t just an attack," Pearl murmured to herself, her fingers drumming against the desk."It’s an execution."Later that day, Pearl held a press conference, her poise commanding attention as she addressed the gathered reporters."Thank you all for coming," she began, her voice clear and unwavering."I’m here to set the record straight regarding the allegations against Louis Kindsor."The crowd buzzed with anticipation.Cameras clicked, capturing every angle of her elegant yet determined expression."The documents in
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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
