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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 85
Smoke and chaos clouded the air as The Arbiter’s men surrounded their leader, helping him to his feet.Blood trickled from the corner of The Arbiter’s mouth, but his eyes gleamed with malice as he turned to Louis, who was still catching his breath.“This isn’t the end, Kindsor,” The Arbiter sneered, his voice cold and venomous.“Next time, I’ll make sure you die slowly… mercilessly.”Before Louis could respond, a smoke grenade detonated, filling the chamber with a blinding haze.By the time the air cleared, The Arbiter and his men were gone.Back at the safe house, the atmosphere was thick with tension.Pearl sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, her face pale from both pain and frustration.Terminator X leaned against the wall, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if expecting an attack at any moment.Juliet stood by the window, her arms crossed, glancing between Pearl and Louis with a conflicted expression.“We need to talk,” Pearl said, her voice breaking the uneasy silence. Her tone
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 86
A bloodstained note accompanied it, the words scrawled in red ink:“One more step, and she loses more.”Pearl's face drained of color as she instinctively touched her wrist, realizing her bracelet was missing.Her voice trembled as she whispered, “What does this mean?”Louis’s grip on the note tightened, his jaw clenching as rage and fear coursed through him.“It means they have Juliet.”The severed finger with Juliet's bracelet sent a chilling silence through the room.Pearl pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, her mind racing.Louis’s eyes burned with fury as he reread the bloodstained note. Terminator X paced by the door, his face grim and calculating.“This changes everything,” Terminator X said, his voice low but urgent.“They’re baiting you, Louis. If we act without a plan, we’ll all end up dead—or worse.”“We don’t have time to wait,” Louis snapped, slamming the note onto the table.“Juliet’s life is on the line.”Pearl stepped closer, her voice shaking but resolute.“He’s ri
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 87
The abandoned manufacturing plant loomed in the distance, its rusted structure bathed in the pale light of the moon.Louis, Terminator X, and Pearl crouched behind a line of dense shrubs, surveying the guards patrolling the perimeter.“Three guards near the east gate,” Terminator X whispered, his eyes scanning the infrared feed on his wrist device.“Rotations every ten minutes. If we’re quick, we can slip past before they double back.”Louis tightened his grip on his gun.“What about inside?”“Heat signatures suggest at least twenty armed men,” Terminator X replied.“They’re spread out, but the central room is heavily guarded. That’s where they’re keeping Juliet.”Pearl adjusted the strap of her tactical vest, her jaw set with determination.“Let’s move. We don’t have time to waste.”Inside the facility, the trio moved like shadows, neutralizing guards with precision.Terminator X took point, disabling cameras and bypassing electronic locks while Louis and Pearl handled the guards.As
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 88
The sound of groaning metal and distant explosions filled the air as the facility began to collapse.Smoke and debris choked the corridors, but Louis refused to leave.His jaw tightened as Juliet tugged on his arm, her voice hoarse with desperation.“Louis, we have to go! It’s coming down!” she shouted.“Not without Terminator X and Pearl,” Louis growled, his eyes blazing with determination.He tore his arm free and charged back into the thick smoke.Juliet hesitated, her instincts screaming to follow, but her fear held her back.Inside, the chaos was relentless.Sparks rained down from exposed wires, and chunks of the ceiling crashed around Louis as he sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors.“Terminator! Pearl!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the roaring destruction.A faint groan reached his ears.Following the sound, Louis turned a corner and found Terminator X slumped against a wall, his leg bleeding profusely.“You look terrible,” Louis said, crouching beside him.
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 89
Louis sat at his desk, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his face.His phone buzzed beside him, the screen displaying a name he hadn’t seen in years: Anton Devereaux.“Devereaux,” Louis said as he answered, his voice measured.“I need your help.”The voice on the other end chuckled dryly.“Straight to business, I see. What’s this about, Cavendish?”“The Cavendish archives,” Louis said without hesitation.“I need access.”Devereaux’s tone turned serious.“Those archives are a labyrinth of secrets. Are you sure you want to dig into that mess?”“I don’t have a choice,” Louis replied.“It’s about Pearl’s family. I need to know how deep their ties to The Arbiter run.”There was a pause before Devereaux spoke again.“Fine. But you owe me for this, Louis. I’ll get you what you need.”Louis ended the call and leaned back in his chair, his mind racing.He had always known that the Cavendish archives held answers to many questions, but he hadn’t anticipated needing them for something l
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 90
The dim glow of computer screens illuminated the tension-filled room.Terminator X worked furiously, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he decrypted files recovered from Samuel’s encrypted devices.Lines of data scrolled down the monitors like an ominous countdown, each revelation tightening the noose around the team.“It’s bigger than we thought,” Terminator X muttered, his voice breaking the silence.“The Arbiter isn’t just targeting us—he’s infiltrating corporations, politicians, tech giants. He’s building a web to control everything.”Louis stood behind him, arms crossed, his jaw clenched.“What’s the endgame?”Terminator X pointed to a cluster of flagged files.“Economic collapse, blackmail, and consolidation of power. They’re dismantling key industries and replacing leadership with their puppets. This isn’t just about you, Louis—it’s about total domination.”Pearl leaned against the wall, her arms folded tightly.“So we’re fighting an entire shadow empire? Great. Any good
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 91
The grand ballroom of the Kindsor estate shimmered with opulence, the laughter and clinking of glasses masking the underlying tension that Louis carried into the event.Every corner of the room was filled with Apple City’s elite, their superficial smiles hiding secrets that could destroy lives.Louis adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces.He felt the weight of the journal in his hidden pocket—a symbol of both his leverage and his vulnerability. He knew this was a trap.He also knew it was his only chance to get closer to the truth.“You’re late,” Juliet whispered through her earpiece.Disguised in a sleek black gown and a wig, she moved among the guests with practiced ease.“I’ve got eyes on two Eternals operatives near the north wing. Pearl’s working the east side.”Louis murmured in response, his voice low. “Stay sharp. If anything feels off, pull back.”“Not a chance,” Juliet shot back.“I didn’t sneak in here just to be sidelined.”Across the room
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 92
The ground shuddered as small explosives erupted outside the Kindsor estate, sending shards of glass raining onto the ballroom floor.Screams filled the air as chaos consumed the once-glittering gala.“Everyone, move to the exits!” Louis shouted, motioning frantically toward the panicked guests.Juliet grabbed a dazed woman by the arm and guided her toward the exit.“Stay calm and keep moving!” she urged, her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.Through the commotion, Terminator X’s voice crackled in Louis’s earpiece.“The Arbiter’s men are in the west wing, planting more charges. If we don’t stop them now, this place is coming down.”“Understood,” Louis replied. He turned to Pearl, who was scanning the room.“Can you handle the security system? We need to take back control.”Pearl nodded sharply. “Give me five minutes.”“You’ve got three.” Louis tightened his grip on his weapon and headed toward the west wing.In the security room, Pearl worked swiftly, her fingers flying over the k
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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
