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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 73
Louis gripped the necklace tightly as he approached the Kindsor estate, the weight of its engraved coordinates pressing on his mind.Beside him, Terminator X leaned against a sleek black SUV, waiting near the edge of the estate’s sprawling grounds. "You’re late," Terminator X muttered, his arms crossed."I’ve been scouting the area. The hidden chamber is close. I can feel it."Louis nodded, his jaw set with determination."Let’s not waste any more time. If this chamber holds what we think it does, it could change everything."Together, they navigated through the estate grounds, using the necklace’s coordinates as their guide.The Kindsor estate was vast, with meticulously maintained gardens, towering hedges, and ornate architecture that whispered of old money and dark secrets.Despite its beauty, Louis felt only a cold unease.After nearly an hour of searching, Terminator X stopped abruptly, pointing to a weathered stone wall partially obscured by overgrown ivy."Here," he said, pull
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 74
The figure stepped forward, revealing a masked individual clad in black.His movements were deliberate, the gun steady in his grip."You’ve dug too deep, Louis Kindsor," the figure said, his voice distorted through a voice modulator."Turn around and walk away, or this ends here."Louis straightened, his fury boiling just beneath the surface."You think you can scare me? Do you have any idea how far I’m willing to go for the truth?"The figure chuckled coldly."The truth won’t save you. It will bury you."Terminator X, ever the strategist, spoke next."You don’t want to do this. Pull that trigger, and you’ll have the entire Kindsor estate crawling with investigators. Even your bosses won’t be able to protect you."The figure hesitated, his gun lowering slightly."You’re playing a dangerous game, both of you. This isn’t about justice. It’s about survival. And you’re out of your depth."Louis took a step forward, his eyes locked on the masked man."If you’re here, it means Edward knows
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 75
Louis grabbed his coat, his movements sharp and deliberate."Vivian’s people are targeting you now. I need to get you somewhere safe."Juliet frowned, her frustration bubbling over."Safe? You think I’m just going to sit back and let you control everything? I deserve to know the truth!""I’ll explain everything later," Louis promised, his tone softer now."But right now, we need to move."Juliet shook her head, stepping back toward the door."No, Louis. I’ve had enough of being in the dark. I’ll handle myself.""Juliet, don’t be stubborn," he warned, but she was already out the door, heading to her car.Juliet’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she drove aimlessly, her mind a storm of emotions.The streetlights cast long shadows across the deserted road, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.She pulled into a quiet parking lot to gather her thoughts, her breathing uneven.Suddenly, a shadow moved across her rearview mirror.Before she could react, the p
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 76
Vivian leaned back in her luxurious chair, a glass of champagne in hand, her lips curling into a triumphant smile as she watched the latest news broadcast.Reporter: "Breaking news: Leaked emails suggest Louis Kindsor may have ties to international criminal organizations. Allegations of money laundering and illicit deals are spreading like wildfire."Ben sat across from her, his laptop open to a forum where the smear campaign was gaining traction."The global response is better than we expected. Social media’s ablaze, and even his staunchest allies are starting to distance themselves.""Good," Vivian said, raising her glass."Let’s keep pouring fuel on the fire. Louis Kindsor won’t just lose his reputation; he’ll lose everything."The centerpiece of their campaign was a set of falsified emails supposedly exchanged between Louis and several notorious criminal organizations.The emails detailed fabricated deals involving money laundering, illegal arms trading, and even human trafficking
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 77
The grand hall was packed with reporters, cameras, and the electric buzz of anticipation.Pearl stood confidently at the podium, her sharp black suit radiating authority.Louis was beside her, calm but stern, his eyes scanning the crowd.The room quieted as Pearl cleared her throat."Good afternoon," she began, her tone firm."Today, we are here to address the baseless allegations leveled against Louis Kindsor.But more importantly, we are here to expose the person behind these lies."She clicked a remote, and the projector screen lit up behind her, displaying Vivian Howard’s name in bold.Gasps echoed through the hall."Vivian Howard, Louis’s ex-wife, orchestrated this entire scheme out of spite.he fraud allegations? Fabricated. The leaked documents? Forged. And we have proof."Pearl pressed a button, revealing screenshots of bank transactions, email exchanges, and phone records tying Vivian to the forged documents and bribed media outlets.Vivian, watching from her lavish penthouse
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 78
"I am deeply hurt," Vivian began, dabbing at her dry eyes with a silk handkerchief."To think that my fiancé, Ben, would stoop so low… I had no idea he was behind these forgeries.I’m as much a victim as anyone else here."Beside her, Ben hung his head, playing the part of the guilty party."This is my fault," he confessed, his voice low and regretful."I wanted to protect Vivian and hurt Louis for what he did to her.She had nothing to do with it."Just as the crowd began to question her sincerity, Vivian’s demeanor shifted.Her crocodile tears were replaced with a knowing smirk."But since we’re discussing Louis," she said, her voice now laced with venom."there’s something the world deserves to know—a secret he’s been hiding for years.One that involves the tragic downfall of the Cavendish family."Gasps rippled through the room.Louis, who had been watching the press conference from the sidelines, stiffened.His jaw clenched, and his fists curled at his sides as reporters pounced
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 79
Juliet sat in her small apartment, the bloodstained journal copy spread out on the table before her.Each entry was a fragment of a puzzle, pieces that hinted at a shadowy conspiracy tied to Louis’s past.Her fingers traced the faded words, her mind racing.The more she read, the clearer it became—Vivian wasn’t just a bitter ex-wife; she was connected to something much larger and far more dangerous.One passage in the journal stood out:"Beware the one who hides behind the Arbiter. Their power is unseen but absolute. They pull the strings, and those who resist… disappear."Juliet’s heart raced.She didn’t know who the Arbiter was, but the name alone sent a chill down her spine.Could Vivian really be entangled with this mysterious figure?The Crystal Lounge hummed with hushed conversations and jazz music.Juliet adjusted her fedora, pulling it lower over her eyes as she slipped between the leather booths.The ice in her untouched whiskey clinked gently as she positioned herself at the
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 80
“And you’re sure this will satisfy the Arbiter?” the man asked.“It has to,” Vivian hissed.“I’ve risked too much for this. Once the Arbiter sees what I’ve uncovered, Louis will be finished. Permanently.”Juliet’s heart pounded as she leaned in closer, her mind racing.The Arbiter wasn’t just a shadowy figure—this was someone who could destroy Louis completely.Vivian suddenly turned her head, her sharp eyes scanning the room. Juliet quickly ducked behind a nearby pillar, holding her breath.For a moment, it seemed as if Vivian had sensed her presence, but then she returned to her conversation.“The handoff will happen tomorrow night,” Vivian said, her tone hushed but resolute.“I’ll deliver the evidence myself. The Arbiter likes a personal touch.”The man nodded.“Good. Just remember, if this goes sideways, it’s not just you who will pay.”Vivian smirked.“It won’t. Louis doesn’t stand a chance.”Juliet slipped out of the lounge, her mind whirling with the weight of what she’d just o
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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
