All Chapters of When the Loser Became rich heir: Chapter 81
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CHAPTER 81
The car came to a smooth stop in front of the Galaxy headquarters, the glass tower reflecting the afternoon light like a blade. Employees moved in and out of the building with purpose, but the moment Luca stepped out, an invisible shift passed through the atmosphere.People noticed.They always did.Caterina stepped out beside him, her posture flawless, her expression calm, but her eyes alert. She walked half a step behind him, the distance precise, professional, intentional.“Schedule,” Luca said without looking at her.“Your next meeting is in forty minutes,” she replied. “Legal will arrive in twenty. Finance is waiting for approval on the supplier restructuring.”“Move legal first.”“Done.”They entered the building.The lobby fell quiet.Not completely—but enough.Whispers followed.“Is that him?”“He doesn’t look like much…”“Still… Lorenzo treated him like an equal last night.”“Must be luck.”“Or connections.”The words were low, but not low enough.Luca ignored all of it.Cate
CHAPTER 82
The conference room doors closed with a soft but final click.Inside, the atmosphere shifted instantly.Executives sat around the long polished table, their expressions varying from cautious to skeptical, but all of them shared one thing in common—attention. Every pair of eyes turned toward Luca as he entered, followed closely by Caterina.He didn’t rush.Didn’t acknowledge the stares.He simply walked to the head of the table and took his seat like it was the most natural thing in the world.Caterina stood at his side for a brief moment, placing a stack of documents in front of him before moving to her position slightly behind and to the side—silent, observant, in control.“Let’s begin,” Luca said.No introduction.No wasted words.A man in his fifties cleared his throat. “Mr. Gray, before we proceed—there are concerns.”“Speak.”The blunt permission threw him off slightly, but he continued. “The decision to replace Tomorrow Group so abruptly… it’s causing instability.”Another execu
CHAPTER 83
The atmosphere in the living room was suffocating.Heavy.Sharp.Every piece of furniture, every polished surface, every carefully chosen decoration only seemed to amplify the tension rather than soften it. The air itself felt like it was waiting—for something to break.Isabella sat at the center of it all, her legs crossed elegantly, her posture flawless, her chin slightly raised. But her eyes—her eyes were filled with cold disdain, sharp enough to cut.Across from her, Luca sat in quiet composure. Unbothered. Unmoved. Untouchable.Her lawyer leaned forward aggressively, fingers steepled, voice dripping with arrogance. “Mr. Gray, let’s not waste time. My client is prepared to proceed with the divorce.”Isabella’s lips curved into a smirk, slow and deliberate. “You should be grateful,” she said, her tone laced with mockery. “Someone like you should’ve been begging me not to leave.”The words hung in the air. Ugly. Deliberate. Designed to humiliate. But Luca didn’t flinch.His gaze tur
CHAPTER 84
The atmosphere in the living room thickened, heavy enough to suffocate anyone caught in it. The air itself seemed to press down on the polished glass table between them, reflecting distorted versions of the people seated around it.Isabella lounged on the sofa like a queen on a throne, her legs crossed elegantly, her chin slightly raised, eyes filled with unmistakable contempt. Beside her, her lawyer leaned forward, fingers steepled, gaze sharp and predatory. Alessandro stood slightly behind, arms folded, his lips curved in a faint, mocking smile.Across from them, Luca stood still, his presence calm but cold, like a blade hidden beneath silk. Caterina remained at his side, posture straight, expression composed, her silence deliberate.“Mr. Gray,” Isabella’s lawyer said with a thin smile, “let’s not waste time. My client is prepared to proceed with the divorce.”Isabella let out a soft, disdainful laugh. “You should be grateful,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Someone lik
CHAPTER 85
The atmosphere inside the room tightened again, the kind of tension that didn’t need movement to feel alive. It pressed against the walls, against the glass table, against every breath taken too loudly.Isabella sat with her posture still perfect, but her expression had shifted into something sharper, colder. The earlier cracks of uncertainty had been forcibly sealed over by pride. Her chin lifted slightly, as if refusing to acknowledge anything that could threaten her composure.Her lawyer adjusted his cufflinks with deliberate calm, then glanced at Luca with a smirk that carried practiced superiority.“Mr. Gray,” the lawyer said smoothly, “false accusations have no legal value. You should understand that before wasting everyone’s time.”The words were spoken like a lesson delivered to someone beneath him.A faint ripple of amusement passed over Alessandro’s face as he leaned casually against the back of the sofa.Isabella didn’t even look at Luca directly when she spoke next. Her to
CHAPTER 86
The room fell into a suffocating stillness as the lawyer reached forward and opened the file completely. The soft rustle of paper sounded unusually loud, slicing through the tension like a blade.His earlier arrogance had returned, though thinner now, as if forced back into place.“Let’s see what you’ve prepared,” he muttered, flipping the first page.Then his eyes paused.His fingers stiffened slightly.He turned the page again, slower this time.“Evidence of infidelity,” he announced, though his tone lacked its earlier confidence.He slid several glossy photographs across the glass table.They fanned out in front of Isabella.The images were clear.Undeniable.Isabella and Alessandro—close, intimate, unmistakably involved. Late-night meetings. Hidden corners. Hands intertwined. Faces too close for denial.The room seemed to shrink.Isabella’s expression froze.Then—It changed.Her eyes widened, pupils tightening as disbelief collided with recognition. The color drained from her fac
CHAPTER 87
The negotiation didn’t drag out.It collapsed.Not slowly, not with drawn-out arguments or prolonged bargaining, but with the abrupt, brittle sound of something already cracked finally breaking apart.The tension that had once filled the room with force now shifted into something colder—finality.Isabella sat rigidly on the sofa, her composure hanging by a thread. The photographs still lay scattered across the table, undeniable and exposed. The earlier confidence in her posture had vanished, replaced by a stiffness that bordered on desperation.Her lawyer closed the file with a controlled motion, but the slight tightness in his jaw betrayed the pressure he was now under. The advantage they had walked in with was gone.Across from them, Luca remained standing, unmoved, untouched by the emotional storm that had taken over the room.Caterina stood beside him, silent and composed, her presence steady.Alessandro shifted uneasily, the arrogance he had worn so easily before now slipping int
CHAPTER 88
Back inside the living room, the door had barely settled shut before the fragile silence shattered.Isabella’s hand slammed down on the glass table.The sharp crack echoed across the room, rattling the scattered photographs and making the lawyer flinch slightly despite himself.“This isn’t how it was supposed to go!” she snapped, her voice breaking through the tension like a blade.Her breathing was uneven now, no longer the calm, controlled rhythm she had maintained earlier. The elegance she wore like armor had fractured, revealing something far more volatile underneath.Alessandro stepped closer, his movements cautious but deliberate. “Calm down,” he said, lowering his voice as if trying to contain the situation.But his eyes betrayed him.There was calculation there.Interest.Not concern.Isabella turned sharply toward him, her gaze blazing. “Calm down?” she repeated, disbelief and anger mixing into something sharp and ugly. “Did you not see what just happened?”Her fingers curled
CHAPTER 89
The living room fell into a suffocating silence after Luca and his lawyer left, the door closing with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than any slam. The air felt heavier, charged with humiliation, anger, and something far more dangerous—loss of control.Isabella stood frozen for a moment, her chest rising and falling sharply, her nails digging into her palms. The confidence she had worn earlier like armor was cracking, piece by piece.Then—She slammed her hand against the table.“This isn’t how it was supposed to go!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through steel.The sound echoed through the room, making even the lawyer flinch slightly.Alessandro stepped closer, his expression carefully composed, though his eyes flickered with something darker beneath the surface.“Calm down,” he said in a low voice, reaching out as if to steady her.“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Isabella shot back, jerking away from him. “Did you see him? Did you hear him?” Her voice rose with
CHAPTER 90
Isabella stood by the window, her reflection staring back at her—perfect, composed, untouchable. But beneath that polished exterior, something darker stirred. Her fingers slowly unclenched, her breathing steadying as she forced the storm inside her to settle into something sharper.Controlled.Calculated.She took a deep breath.“Fine,” she said.Her voice was no longer shaking. It was cold.“If he wants to play, I’ll play.”Behind her, Alessandro’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. He had been waiting for this moment—the shift from anger to strategy.“What’s your plan?” he asked, stepping closer, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with anticipation.Isabella didn’t turn immediately. She kept her gaze on her reflection, as if confirming something to herself.Then she spoke.“I’ll go on vacation.”Alessandro blinked, slightly caught off guard.“…Vacation?” he repeated, as if testing the word.“With you,” Isabella added calmly.That was all it took.His expression changed inst