All Chapters of AFTER THE DIVORCE, SHE FOUND OUT I'M A TRILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1
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Chapter 1: The Divorce at the Banquet
The grand ballroom of the St. Regis Hotel was bathed in shimmering gold light. Massive crystal chandeliers hung high above, casting a warm glow over hundreds of wealthy guests dressed in expensive tuxedos and designer evening gowns. Laughter, clinking champagne glasses, and classical violin music filled the air.Tonight was the 70th birthday of old Mr. Vance, the patriarch of the Vance family.At the center of the room stood Chloe Vance. She wore a stunning pastel silk dress that hugged her slender figure, her long hair styled in soft waves over her shoulders. Beside her stood Julian Sterling, the arrogant young heir of the Sterling Group. Julian wore a custom Italian suit, a gold Rolex gleaming on his wrist, and a smug, condescending smile plastered across his face.I stood three feet away, holding a small silver tray with two fresh glasses of sparkling wine. I wore a plain black suit that had grown thin at the elbows from three years of constant washing.For three long years, I had
Last Updated : 2026-10-09
Chapter 2: The Twelve Billion Dollar Collapse
Inside the grand ballroom, the party guests were still laughing and drinking, entirely oblivious to what was happening out in the lobby.Julian Sterling stood near the main cake table, swirling a glass of scotch and smirking at Chloe."See, Chloe?" Julian said, placing a comforting hand on her back. "You made the right choice. A useless parasite like Ethan would have only dragged you down into the mud. Now that he's gone, the Vance family can finally rise to the top of the province."Brenda smiled brightly, fanning her face with her diamond-encrusted hand. "Julian is absolutely right, Chloe! Tonight is a double celebration! We got rid of the trash, and we secured a ten-million-dollar loan from the Sterling Group! Tomorrow, I'm buying that new diamond necklace I saw in the downtown catalog!"Chloe looked down at her champagne glass. The fifty-dollar silver ring sat heavy at the bottom. For some strange reason, an uneasy, cold knot was twisting deep inside her chest.Why was Ethan so ca
Last Updated : 2026-10-09
Chapter 3: Flight to the Capital
The private military jet cut through the upper atmosphere at supersonic speed, leaving a thin white trail across the dark night sky.Inside the cabin, it was as quiet as a library. There was no engine roar or vibration—only the soft hum of the climate control system.I sat by the window, resting my chin on my hand, staring down at the glowing cluster of lights far below. We were crossing the border into the Capital—the political and financial heart of the country, where the Nine Great Clans ruled like kings.Scarlett walked across the plush carpet, holding a secure holographic tablet. She stopped beside my seat and bowed slightly."Young Master," Scarlett said in her calm, professional voice. "We will touch down at the Capital’s private military airfield in forty minutes. The local branch of the Sovereign Syndicate has already prepared a secure convoy.""Good," I said without looking away from the window. "Bring up the file on the Sovereign Imperial Club."With a quick swipe of her fi
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Chapter 4: Crashing the Sovereign Imperial Club
The heavy iron gates of the Sovereign Imperial Club towered over the rain-slicked pavement. Neon red and purple lights flickered across the marble entrance, casting a sinister glow over the dozen armed guards standing outside in tactical vests.A matte-black armored SUV pulled up directly in front of the main archway, its engine rumbling like a sleeping beast.The lead guard, a hulking man with a scarred face, stepped forward and tapped his heavy silver torch against the driver's side window. "Private club! Move this truck along before I blow your tires off!"The rear door opened slowly.I stepped out into the pouring rain, my dark leather jacket instantly soaking up the cold water. Scarlett stepped out right behind me, carrying a sleek metal briefcase.The scarred guard sneered, resting his hand on his holstered pistol. "Look at this kid. You lost, little boy? This isn't a playground."I didn't utter a single word. I simply stepped forward.The guard reached out to grab my shoulder,
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Chapter 5: The March on Sterling Manor
The rain continued to fall over the Capital, washing the dark streets in a shimmering sheet of water.Inside the private medical suite of the Sovereign Syndicate’s Capital headquarters, the air was warm and smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender. Soft, ambient light filled the room, a stark contrast to the dark, damp stone cells of the Sovereign Imperial Club where Lily had been trapped for four years.Lily lay resting in a massive, king-sized bed covered in plush white silk sheets. A team of the world’s leading physicians and surgeons had spent the last two hours treating her physical injuries—tending to the bruises on her arms, checking her vitals, and ensuring her malnourished frame was nourished with intravenous fluids.I sat quietly on a chair beside the bedside, my hands resting on my knees. My eyes never left her face. Even in her sleep, her small fingers clutched tightly onto the tarnished silver locket hanging around her neck—the only piece of home she had kept through ye
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Chapter 6: The Fall of the Sterling Clan
Lord Sterling’s finger slammed down hard on the trigger of the gold-plated assault rifle.RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!A fierce storm of armor-piercing bullets tore through the air, screaming straight toward my chest. The sound was deafening, echoing off the high vaulted ceilings of the grand entrance hall.I didn't move an inch. I didn't blink.When the lead bullet was barely two inches from my skin, I exhaled softly and released a sharp surge of internal energy.CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!The bullets hit an invisible wall of solid air, flattened instantly into harmless silver discs, and dropped to the marble floor with a rhythmic clatter.Lord Sterling’s eyes bulged in absolute horror. He kept pulling the trigger until the magazine clicked empty, but not a single shot could touch me."D-Die! Why won't you die?!" Lord Sterling shrieked, his face turning purple with panic. He threw the heavy gun aside, drew a sharp ancient saber from a wall display, and leaped forward with surprising speed for a se
Last Updated : 2026-10-11
Chapter 7: The Shadows of the Sovereign Council
The morning breeze off the Capital Harbor carried a crisp, ocean scent, cutting through the warm autumn sun.At the top of the Rhys Global Tower, inside the soundproof glass pavilion, the city stretched out below like a vast chessboard. Three days had passed since the fall of the Sterling Clan. The news cycle had quieted down, replacing headlines of corporate collapses with reports of a massive $50 Billion infrastructure fund launched by the newly restructured Rhys Global Syndicate.I stood by the edge of the glass floor, taking a slow sip of black tea.Behind me, the soft click of leather heels echoed across the marble tiles. Scarlett approached, holding a silver tablet, her face unusually solemn."Young Master," Scarlett said, bowing slightly. "The quiet in the city is deceiving."I didn't turn around. "Lord Sterling was a pawn. Who pulled his string?""We ran a deep-level audit on the Sterling Clan’s off-shore holding accounts," Scarlett answered, tapping the screen to project a ho
Last Updated : 2026-10-11
Chapter 8: The Capital Gathering
The Grand Dragon Hotel towered eighty stories above the neon-lit heart of the Capital. Outside, cold autumn rain slicked the asphalt streets, reflecting the endless crimson and electric-blue lights of the metropolis. Inside, the grand ballroom on the top floor was an oasis of gold leaf, crystal chandeliers, and warm, perfumed air.Tonight was the Annual Capital Commerce Summit—a gathering of the city’s undisputed financial royalty. Hundreds of billionaires, high-ranking government officials, and leaders of the Nine Great Clans mingled across the sprawling velvet-carpeted hall. Waiters in pristine white coats glided through the crowd carrying silver trays loaded with multi-thousand-dollar vintage champagne and beluga caviar.At the edge of the central fountain, a small circle of elite guests chuckled as Lord Harrison—head of the formidable Harrison Clan—swirled a glass of fifty-year-old cognac. He was a broad-shouldered man of sixty with graying hair, a sharp moustache, and eyes like p
Last Updated : 2026-10-13