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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 93
The night sky over the Arlose Group headquarters was lit with flashes of gunfire and the wail of alarms.Smoke billowed from broken windows, and shouts echoed across the courtyard as The Arbiter’s mercenaries stormed the facility.“We’re outnumbered,” Terminator X said, crouching beside Louis behind an overturned vehicle.“But we’ve got the advantage of knowing this place better than they do.”Louis surveyed the chaos, his expression grim.“Pearl, take the east entrance and disable their communications. Terminator X, hold the west wing. I’ll clear the top floors and secure the control room.”Pearl hesitated, glancing at him.“Are you sure about splitting up?”“We don’t have a choice,” Louis replied, loading his weapon.“If we don’t act now, they’ll overrun the building.”Inside the facility, Louis moved with precision, using his knowledge of the layout to ambush the mercenaries. He took them out silently, his movements quick and lethal. As he reached the second floor, he paused, heari
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 94
Louis’s heart raced as he read the message from The Arbiter, the words sending a cold shiver down his spine: “Your dear father might be one reason you’re facing this fate.”The message was a direct challenge, and Louis’s frustration boiled over.Who was this mysterious threat, and why was The Arbiter so sure that the danger was close to him?He stormed into the Kindsor family estate, his mind whirling with thoughts of betrayal.The air inside felt colder than it had ever been, and every step toward his father’s office felt heavier.It was hard to ignore the weight of years spent in exile, but now, with his hands clenched into fists, Louis wasn’t a boy anymore.He had power, he had purpose, and he would find out the truth.When Louis entered the study, his father’s eyes lit up. A rare smile crept across his face.“Louis! It’s been too long,” his father said, standing from his desk and extending his arms.But Louis wasn’t fooled.The warmth in his father’s voice felt like a distant memo
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 95
“Your mother was weak. She would have ruined this family. Edward Cavendish and I ensured the Kindsor legacy would survive.”Louis’s fists clenched at her admission, his mind reeling.“You had her killed,” he said, his voice trembling with fury.“You orchestrated my exile. For what? Power?”His stepmother smirked.“Power is survival, Louis. You wouldn’t understand. You’re too much like her.”The room seemed to close in as Louis stepped closer, his fury boiling over.“You’ll pay for what you’ve done,” he hissed.Louis’s eyes burned with fury as he stepped forward, the years of suppression and pain surging inside him. “I’m done with your lies,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You’re going to feel everything you made her feel. You’re going to suffer for what you did.”“Terminator X!”At his call, Terminator X entered the room, his towering frame casting a menacing shadow.“Take her,” Louis ordered, his voice cold. “Make her feel every ounce of the pain she caused. Let her beg. Le
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 96
Louis stood in front of the dilapidated manor, the wind howling through the trees surrounding it. The manor, once full of life and warmth, now stood as a ghostly shell of its former self.The walls were weathered, and the windows were dark, yet there was an undeniable sense of familiarity that tugged at Louis’s chest."Oh mom. I miss you," he murmured.This place, once home to his mother, now seemed to mock him, reminding him of the unanswered questions and the betrayal that had plagued him for so long.As he stepped through the creaking door, a chill ran down his spine. It felt as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting for him. The house was eerily preserved, as though frozen in time.He heard the voice of The Arbiter in his mind, echoing the words from the message: “Come alone, Louis. This is where it all began. Where your fate was sealed. Let us finish what we started.”The hallway stretched out before him, its old portraits hanging crookedly on the walls.Each one se
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 97
FLASHBACK CONTINUESIt was the night before Louis’s mother’s death. The house was quiet, the air thick with tension.His mother had been sitting on the couch, her expression soft but filled with an undeniable sadness.“Louis,” she had said, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the night.“Tomorrow is important. You need to be prepared for what’s coming. This world isn’t kind, and there are things you don’t know yet.”Louis had leaned forward, confused.“What do you mean, Mom?”She had reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring, its golden surface glinting in the low light. “This is for the woman you love, when the time is right,” she said, her voice gentle but firm.“It’s my blessing, Louis. I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will always be with you. Even when I’m not here.”Louis had laughed, trying to ease the tension.“You’re going to make me look like a handsome groom, huh?” he’d joked, holding up the ring.Her expression softened, and she smiled at him, the
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 98
Juliet and Pearl crouched in the shadows just outside the dilapidated manor, the chill of the night seeping into their bones.Despite Louis's explicit orders to stay behind, neither could bear the thought of letting him face The Arbiter alone.Armed with determination and quiet resolve, they had followed him, keeping a safe distance as he ventured inside.“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Pearl whispered, her eyes darting toward the dimly lit windows of the manor.Juliet shot her a determined look.“Louis may think he’s invincible, but he’s not. If he’s walking into a trap, we need to be there to pull him out.”They crept around the perimeter, their steps cautious and silent.It was Juliet who first noticed the faint outline of a trapdoor partially concealed by overgrown weeds near the manor’s side entrance.“Here,” she hissed, motioning Pearl over.“Help me get this open.”Together, they pried the rusted door open, revealing a narrow set of stone steps leading into darkness.“I’ll
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 99
Louis stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides as The Arbiter's voice echoed through the dilapidated manor.The man’s smirk was as infuriating as ever, his words dripping with calculated malice.“Do you finally see the bigger picture, Louis?” The Arbiter taunted, pacing slowly across the room, his boots clicking against the cracked marble floor.“All of this—your exile, your suffering, even your mother’s death—it was necessary. A sacrifice for the greater good.”Louis’s voice was a low growl.“Don’t you dare speak of her as if you had any right.”The Arbiter chuckled, turning to face him.“Oh, but I do. She played her part, as you’re playing yours now. You just don’t realize it yet.”“Enough games,” Louis snapped, stepping forward.“Tell me the truth. What do you want?”The Arbiter tilted his head, feigning surprise.“You haven’t figured it out? How disappointing. Very well, allow me to enlighten you.”He gestured grandly to the room around them, as if the crumbling manor was his
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 100
Juliet and Pearl crouched behind a stack of dusty crates in the basement, their breathing shallow as The Arbiter’s voice echoed from the floors above.“Everything Louis has endured, every loss, was because of me.”The Arbiter confessed, his words dripping with malice.“And now, he will meet the same fate as his mother.”Juliet’s hands trembled as she clutched Pearl’s arm.“He killed her,” she whispered, her voice shaking.“He orchestrated everything. He has to pay.”Pearl, pale but composed, motioned for Juliet to stay quiet.“We can’t rush this. If we act recklessly, we’ll just get ourselves caught—or worse.”They scanned the dimly lit basement, their eyes settling on an open chest filled with weapons—rusted knives, pistols, and even a few grenades.Juliet’s resolve hardened as she reached for a handgun, checking its chamber.“We can’t stay down here,” she said firmly.“If we don’t help Louis, he’ll die.”Pearl hesitated, her mind racing.“If we act now, we’ll expose ourselves. We ne
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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
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
