All Chapters of She Divorced Boston's Hidden Heir : Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
Chapter Eighty-one "No," Victoria interrupted, shaking her head. "It wasn't Marcus Devine who asked me out."Ethan looked at her with confusion. "Then who? Another family member?""Mr. Devine himself," Victoria clarified, her voice quiet. "Matthew Devine. The patriarch. The man who runs the entire family operation."Ethan froze completely, his wine glass suspended halfway to his lips.Mr. Devine. Matthew Devine. The former Chairman's trusted right-hand man for over four decades. The man Ethan had specifically sought out and met with just weeks ago, revealing his identity as the new Chairman, trusting him with access to the former Chairman's properties and assets, accepting him as his own right-hand man now that he'd inherited the position and the Phoenix Ring.And now Victoria was telling him this same man had pursued her romantically, been rejected, and he might have been the one working with the Stone family behind the scenes to destroy her business ever since.Ethan set down his w
Chapter 82
Chapter Eighty-Two"How did he react to that direct rejection?" Ethan asked, though based on Victoria's earlier comments, he suspected he already knew the answer wouldn't be positive."Initially, he seemed to take it well," Victoria recalled, her voice taking on a note of bitter irony. "He smiled graciously, said he understood completely, apologized for any discomfort his attention had caused, and told me the offer would remain open if I ever changed my mind. He was very courteous about it outwardly—played the role of the gentleman accepting rejection with grace and dignity."She paused, her expression darkening. "But then, a few weeks later, he approached me again at another event. This time he was much more aggressive and considerably less charming. He said I was 'feeling myself' too much just because my company was experiencing some success. He told me I needed to be humbled, that I needed to understand my actual place in Boston's hierarchy, that I was getting above myself by think
Chapter 83
Chapter Eighty-ThreeMorning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, casting golden rays across an unknown room and landing directly on Sarah Wilson's face. The brightness penetrated her closed eyelids, dragging her unwillingly toward consciousness.She groaned softly, her head pounding with the kind of headache that suggested chemicals rather than just alcohol. Her mouth felt like cotton, dry and unpleasant. She shifted position, stretching instinctively, trying to shake off the heavy grogginess that weighed down her entire body.Then her hand hit something warm and solid beside her. Living flesh. A body.Sarah's eyes flew open despite how heavy her eyelids felt, her heart immediately beginning to race. She blinked several times, trying to clear her blurry vision, trying to make sense of where she was and what was happening.She turned her head slowly, almost afraid of what she'd see, and found herself staring at an unfamiliar bedroo
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Chapter 84Caleb Stone didn't walk into the living room, he stormed into it, the door barely surviving the force of his entrance. His chest heaved, his jaw locked so tight the muscles twitched along his jaw line. The room felt too small for the fury coiled inside him, too quiet for the noise rioting through his head.*Simon*.The name alone made something dark and ugly curl in his gut.He paced the length of the room, running a hand through his hair before gripping it — pulling it — like the sharp bite of pain might silence the image seared into his mind. Simon Stone's voice at the club, calm as ever, casual as ever, laying claim to Sarah Wilson like she was a piece of property he'd already catalogued and filed away. Like it was nothing. Like *Caleb* was nothing.He stopped pacing and stood in the center of the room, staring at nothing.Sarah Wilson. *His* target. He had spent weeks waiting for that moment — studying her patterns, watching her guard, waiting for the right opportunity.
Chapter 85
Chapter 85The office was quiet in the way expensive offices always were — insulated from the world outside, the hum of the city reduced to something distant and irrelevant. Ethan sat behind his desk, one hand buried in his hair, the other scrolling through his phone while the glow of his open laptop painted pale light across his face.He was reading Intel reports. Cross-referencing. Piecing things together the way he always did, methodically and without sentiment.The news threading through his network wasn't good.Whispers had been circulating through certain circles — quiet but persistent, the kind that carried weight precisely because nobody was saying them loudly. Several prominent businessmen were uncomfortable with the chairman transition. Not because they had anything concrete against the appointment, but because Marcus Devine wasn't in the seat. Matthew Devine's son. The man half of Boston's elite had quietly assumed would inherit the position simply by virtue of proximity an
Chapter 86
Chapter 86The restaurant didn't look like something Ethan Cole owned.That was precisely the point.From the outside, it wore the quiet confidence of a place that had always been here — warm amber light bleeding through the front glass, the low murmur of conversation drifting out each time the door opened, the smell of good food and better wine carried on the evening air. Nobody walking past would have guessed it had been gutted and rebuilt from the inside out, that the name above the door was new, that every detail from the menu to the furniture to the staff uniform had been overhauled according to specifications submitted by a man most of them had never seen.The numbers had been excellent since reopening. Better than projected. Ethan had reviewed the reports that morning without particular surprise — he had an eye for what worked, and he'd known this one would.He crossed the pavement and the door swung open before his hand reached it. A young host in a pressed uniform stepped asi
Chapter 87
Chapter 87Simon Stone had been in the middle of something when the summons came.The cell was underground, concrete walls, single hanging bulb, the kind of room that didn't appear on any floor plan. Three men were zip-tied to chairs, one of them already sporting a broken nose from the first round. They had made the mistake of skimming from a Stone family operation, which was the kind of mistake that people in their position only ever made once. Simon had been working through the second round when his phone buzzed against his thigh.He'd looked at the screen. Stepped back. Handed the work off to his men with two words and a look that communicated the rest, then wiped his hands on a cloth and walked out without breaking stride.---Now he stood outside his father's home office door, and he didn't go in.He stood in the corridor and breathed.His right hand formed a fist at his side, slow and deliberate — fingers curling inward until his knuckles whitened — then released. Then again. A
Chapter 88
Chapter 88The view from his office window was one of the things Ethan had quietly come to appreciate.Boston stretched out below him in layers — glass towers catching the morning light, the older brick faces of buildings that had been here long before any of this, the distant shimmer of the harbor where the city met the water and decided to stop. From up here, the noise was gone. The traffic, the voices, the weight of everything requiring his attention — all of it reduced to a silent panorama that asked nothing of him.He stood with one hand in his pocket and his coffee still unmade on the desk behind him, just looking.The knock came at precisely the right moment — not interrupting a thought so much as completing one."Come in."The door opened and Rebecca stepped through, tablet tucked under one arm, a fresh coffee in her other hand, her low heels precise against the floor. She moved with a quiet efficiency. She set the coffee on his desk, straightened, and looked toward the window
Chapter 89
Chapter 89Sarah Wilson sat upright on the edge of the bed, the thick white duvet pulled tightly around her naked body. The sheets were still warm beneath her, the air in the room heavy with the scent of sweat and expensive cologne.From the bathroom came the steady sound of running water.Simon Stone was still inside.They had just finished having sex.Sarah sighed softly, biting her lower lip as a pleased smile spread across her face. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the duvet as she leaned back slightly against the headboard.Simon had called her.And she had come without hesitation.Now she had become his personal relief method. Whenever he was stressed or simply wanted sex, he summoned her, and she came running. It was humiliating in a way… but Sarah found that she didn’t really mind.In fact, she preferred it.She had realized something recently.Being close to Simon Stone would benefit her far more than anything she could have gotten from Drake Hastings.Simon was
Chapter 90
Chapter 90Sarah's mind was moving faster than her composure could keep up with.*Ethan Cole.*Here. In this club. Stepping out of a private room like he owned the corridor, that same unhurried ease about him that had always made her feel, irrationally, like he was the one setting the pace of whatever room he was in. She hadn't seen him since the gala. Hadn't expected to see him here tonight, of all nights, with Simon Stone standing two feet to her left.She blinked once. Then the instinct arrived, quick and bright and dressed up as opportunity.*Perfect.*She could work with this. She could absolutely work with this.The smirk found her face before she'd fully decided to let it. Here was her chance, handed to her without effort — Ethan walking out of the shadows and directly into the tableau she couldn't have arranged better herself. All she had to do was let him see it. Let him see *her*, standing beside a man like Simon Stone, relaxed and chosen and completely unbothered.Surely th