All Chapters of The Disgraced Husband Is the Septamillionaire Heir: Chapter 11
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Chapter Ten
The seven remaining gunmen stood frozen, their eyes locked on Marcus Vega's corpse. The twisted angle of his neck, the vacant stare—it was impossible. Marcus had been unstoppable. He'd survived FBI raids, escaped DEA task forces, evaded manhunts across three states. He was ranked in the Serpent Syndicate's top ten enforcers, a legend among criminals.And this nobody—this random guy in an off-the-rack jacket—had killed him in less than two seconds."No way," one of the gunmen whispered, his voice shaking. "That's not... that's not possible...""Marcus is dead," another breathed, his gun wavering in his trembling hands. "He's actually dead."The man closest to Caden—a wiry thug with a spider tattoo on his neck—raised his weapon with both hands, trying to steady his aim. "Stay back! I'll shoot! I swear to God, I'll—"Caden took a step toward him.The gun clattered to the floor. The man dropped to his knees, clutching his head with both hands. "Don't kill me! Please, please don't kill me!
CHAPTER 11 PART 1
Robert Chen sat slumped in the chair for exactly ten seconds before his survival instincts kicked in. He couldn't afford to fall apart—not in front of these people, not when his entire career hung in the balance. He forced himself to stand, smoothing his suit jacket with trembling hands."Mr. Chen!" a woman in a Chanel dress called out, her voice shrill with relief. "Thank God you're here! This is absolutely unacceptable! We were attacked—attacked—in your establishment! You need to do something about this immediately!""Finally, someone with authority," a man in his thirties added, stepping forward. "We demand answers! How did armed criminals get past your security? This is a lawsuit waiting to happen!"Others chimed in, their voices overlapping in a chorus of complaints and demands. They surrounded Robert like sharks sensing blood in the water, each one eager to be heard, to be acknowledged, to shift blame away from themselves.Robert held up his hands, forcing a professional smile o
Chapter 11: Part 2
Robert Chen pressed his fingers against his throbbing temples, feeling a migraine bloom behind his eyes. The threats kept coming, each one more damaging than the last. These people might not have the raw power of the Montgomery, Chen, or Crawford families, but collectively? They could absolutely destroy him.His secretary leaned in close, her voice barely a whisper. "Sir, what about them?" She gestured subtly toward the seven gunmen huddled in the corner.Robert's eyes widened. Of course. The criminals. The actual perpetrators of the destruction."Everyone, please!" Robert raised his voice, forcing authority into his tone. "Let's not forget who actually caused this damage. These criminals—" He pointed at the cowering gunmen. "—are the ones who destroyed my property. They should be held financially responsible!"The crowd quieted slightly, considering this new angle.The spider-tattoo thug looked up, and to Robert's shock, the man actually laughed—a bitter, mocking sound that echoed th
Chapter 12: Part 1
Madison's Mercedes convertible tore through the Los Angeles streets, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Beside her in the passenger seat, Vivian sat rigid and silent, staring straight ahead through the windshield."What the hell were you thinking back there?" Madison finally broke the silence, her voice tight with frustration. "You were about to get into it with that club manager. Over him.""He was being treated unfairly," Vivian said flatly."Unfairly?" Madison let out a harsh laugh. "Vivian, your husband just killed a man with his bare hands in the middle of an elite nightclub. Fair doesn't really apply anymore."Vivian's jaw tightened, but she said nothing."Why did you pull me out?" she asked after a moment, her voice cold. "I could have—""Could have what?" Madison interrupted, shooting her a sharp glance. "Argued with the club manager? Called the director? And then what? Stayed there until the police arrived and dragged you into a criminal investigation? Used your family
Chapter 12: Part 2
Vivian paced back and forth in her grandfather's study, her mind racing through possible solutions. She needed to help Caden, but how? Every avenue seemed blocked. Her family didn't have the connections. Her grandfather was being cautious. And the business card—her one potential lifeline—was buried in a hotel trash can."Vivian," her grandfather began, "perhaps we should—"A commotion erupted from downstairs. Raised voices. The sound of the front door slamming."How dare you show your face here!" Her father's voice boomed through the mansion, filled with righteous fury. "You have some nerve walking through that door like nothing happened!"Vivian's heart lurched. She exchanged a quick glance with her grandfather before both of them moved toward the study door."After everything you've put our daughter through tonight!" her mother's shrill voice joined in. "Look at the state she came home in! Disheveled, traumatized, alone! What kind of husband abandons his wife like that?"Vivian was
CHAPTER 13: PART 1
The next morning arrived with the kind of crisp Los Angeles sunlight that made everything look deceptively perfect. Vivian stood in the hallway outside her bedroom, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that screamed corporate power. She glanced at Caden, who'd emerged from the guest room wearing the same clothes Sebastian had bought him the day before."Come with me," she said curtly. "We need to talk before we go to the office."Caden followed her down the hallway without comment. As they walked, Vivian began speaking in that same flat, emotionless tone she used for business presentations."My grandfather stepped down from active management five years ago," she said, not looking at him. "He has three sons. My father Richard is the eldest, but he's useless—all three of them are. They live off their dividend shares, attend board meetings when they absolutely must, and contribute nothing of value.""Sounds comfortable," Caden observed.Vivian ignored the comment. "In my generation, there
CHAPTER 13 PART 2
The sound seemed to infuriate her more. He heard her footsteps moving away from the door, heard the bathroom faucet turn on, heard drawers opening and closing with perhaps more force than necessary.Caden leaned against the doorframe, listening. The sound of running water. The rustle of fabric. The soft click of her closet opening. Every small noise painted a picture in his mind of her moving around the room, and his expression gradually shifted from amused to something more complicated."So," he said, raising his voice to be heard through the door, "what were you and your grandfather really talking about last night? Upstairs in his study?"The sounds inside stopped."Were you worried about me?" Caden continued. "Is that why you rushed home?"The door flew open.Vivian stood there in a white silk blouse and black pencil skirt, her hair pulled back in a severe bun, her makeup flawless. She looked like she could freeze someone with a glance."We were discussing getting a divorce," she s
Chapter 14
The sitting room of the Montgomery estate was a monument to old money—floor-to-ceiling windows draped in heavy velvet, antique furniture that probably cost more than most people's cars, and oil paintings of stern-faced ancestors glaring down from the walls. It should have been a place of quiet dignity, but right now it was a battleground."You worthless, ungrateful worm!" The grandmother's voice cracked like a whip across the room. She stood in front of the fireplace, her silver hair trembling with rage, her silk dress rustling as she shook with fury. "How dare you? How dare you sell off family assets without permission!"Slumped in an armchair near the window sat a man in his early thirties—Brandon Montgomery, the eldest grandson. His expensive designer clothes were rumpled, his tie loosened, and his face bore the haggard look of someone who hadn't slept properly in days. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his hands trembled slightly as he gripped the armrests."You want to know wha
CHAPTER 15 PART 1
Brandon stood in the doorway, his face still flushed with rage and humiliation. His eyes locked onto Caden with the kind of hatred that came from having one's authority challenged and found wanting."I asked you a question," Brandon said, his voice shaking. "Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to lay hands on me in my own family's house?"Before Caden could respond, Vivian's cold voice cut through the tension."He's my husband."The words landed like a bomb in the silent room.Brandon's face went from red to white to red again, cycling through emotions so quickly it was almost comical. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally found words."Your... your husband?" He looked between Vivian and Caden in disbelief. "No. No, that's not possible. You were supposed to—" He cut himself off abruptly, but the damage was done.Vivian's eyes narrowed to slits. "I was supposed to what, Brandon?""Nothing," Brandon said quickly, but his voice wavered."No, please, conti
CHAPTER 15 PART 2
The number hung in the air like a death sentence.Richard Montgomery, who had been silent until now, let out a strangled sound. "Fifty million? Brandon, that's... that's more than the family's entire liquid assets!""I know," Brandon whispered.Patricia clutched her husband's arm, her face white with shock. "We can't possibly raise that kind of money. Not without selling off—""Everything," the grandmother finished, her voice hollow. "We'd have to sell off most of our remaining companies. Liquidate investments. Destroy everything we've built over three generations."She began to tremble, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair until her knuckles turned white. "You fool. You absolute, irredeemable fool. What have you done to our family?"But Brandon wasn't done. The combination of shame, rage, and desperation had pushed him past any sense of self-preservation. His eyes fixed on Vivian with sudden, terrible calculation."Actually," he said slowly, "I've already worked it out. There