2025-05-22 04:28:36"You’re only saying this just because you want to provoke me, don’t you?" Elaine sneered, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t act like some emotional little girl, throwing around divorce just because you’re jealous? It only makes you look pathetic.” She genuinely believed Antonio would never actually divorce her. A loser like him? Who was he without her? Nothing! Being married to her was the best thing that had ever happened to him. What more could he possibly want? So even though she called out another man’s name in bed, so what? It wasn’t a big deal. That was normal… right? But Antonio didn't react the way she expected. He didn’t even flinch. He simply threw a stack of papers on the table. Papers he had spent the whole night preparing. His expression was calm, but his eyes were dead serious. “These are the divorce papers.” Elaine searched Antonio’s face, expecting to see hesitation or fear. But there was nothing. His cold, distant eyes stared back at her, void of any warmth. Elaine frowned slightly, then let out an exaggerated laugh. “Oh, come on. You even prepared a real paper to scare me?” She scoffed. “You should be grateful that I even let you be in my life for these past three years. I’m the only reason you’re now living in luxury!” “The only reason I married you was because Harry broke up with me. Now that he’s back, you should be thanking me for not divorcing you on the spot! And you dare to threaten me?!” Antonio chuckled, but there wasn’t a trace of humor in his voice. “I thought you married me for love. Just like you said you did.” “All these years, I supported you from the shadows without a single complaint. I helped secure resources for your company behind the scenes.” “When you worked late into the night, I brought you food, massaged your tired shoulders.” “I never cared about living in luxury. If I wanted that, I could have had it any time. What I cared about was you.” He said, shook his head. Elaine had never even come close to the level of wealth he possessed. He had intended to reveal his true identity to Elaine soon, believing that as his wife, she deserved to know so he could give her the life she desired. But of course, now, that was no longer possible. Elaine looked at him with pure disdain, her expression twisted with mockery. “Still talking big? All the reasons you marry me aren't just for money?!” She snatched the divorce papers off the table and scribbled her name carelessly. "Here you go, darling. Everything’s prepared." She pushed the papers toward Antonio with a look of triumph. “Let’s see if you’re really as dead set on divorce as you pretend to be.” "After all, you won't get a penny if you divorce me, right?" Her face lit up with triumph, convinced he was bluffing—that he’d back down at the last second. But to her shock, Antonio didn’t even blink. He picked up the pen and signed his name in bold, precise strokes. Elaine stared at him, stunned, waiting for hesitation, for regret, for anything. But he didn’t falter. Not once. “It’s done,” Antonio said calmly as he finished signing. “We’re officially over.” Elaine stood frozen in place, unable to process what had just happened. She never thought he’d actually go through with it. A strange uneasiness crept in her chest. She found herself recalling all the moments Antonio had cared for her over the past three years. After a long second of silence, Elaine tried to salvage her pride. She sneered—but her voice, for some reason, came out rough and trembling. "You made a huge mistake! Don't think you can blackmail me for this divorce!" "You’ll come crawling back, begging for another chance back to this richness! You’ll regret it!" Antonio didn’t flinch. His gaze remained steady, piercing through her arrogance like a blade. "I don't want a penny from you." "And Elaine, you're the one who will regret it." He turned around and walked away without looking back. He had no idea that behind him, Elaine stood frozen, still trembling ever so slightly, wondering if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Antonio stepped out of the house, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number. "I’m ready to go home," he said. Less than five minutes, a sleek, limited-edition luxury limousine pulled up in front of him. The car door opened, and an elderly man, flanked by two suited bodyguards, stepped out. The elderly man wore a simple black suit. But the cut and the fabric all screamed money and power in the quietest, deadliest way possible. Even more striking was the presence he carried. Every movement radiated unshakable authority. Didn’t need to know his name to understand one thing, this man was someone people didn’t say no to. As he approached Antonio, something unexpected happened. A glint of emotion flickered in the man's eyes. Something softer. And suddenly, the weight of his power dropped away. He bowed. Deeply to Antonio. "Young Master Antonio, it’s been too long. Welcome home." Antonio didn’t say a word. He just gave a small nod. The suited man straightened up and reached into his inner jacket pocket. From it, he produced a sleek, black platinum card. He offered it with both hands like it was a holy relic. "This card contains a balance of thirty billion dollars," he said. "Your assets and accounts have been fully reinstated. The family board has been informed. You're back in control."
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Elias noticed it the moment she turned.Emily hadn’t fully walked out.She had stopped mid-decision, suspended between rejection and reconsideration. That small hesitation was not loud, not obvious, but to Elias it was more revealing than any spoken response could have been. It told him the resistance had not held completely. It had cracked just enough for doubt to enter.Then she turned back.Slowly.Not with conviction, but with recalculation—like someone reviewing a conclusion they had been too quick to finalize.And Elias smiled.Not openly.Not warmly.Not in a way meant to comfort or persuade.It was the kind of smile that appeared when a calculation finally aligned with expectation, when an outcome that had been statistically anticipated finally confirmed itself in reality.She was listening again.That was enough.Emily walked back toward her seat, her expression no longer sharp with refusal. Instead, it had shifted into something more controlled, more careful—like someone gua
Chapter 592
Emily stared at Elias for a moment, her expression caught in a narrow space between disbelief and irritation, as though she were trying to decide which emotion best matched the situation in front of her. The brief warmth that had surfaced earlier—fragile and unsteady, born from old memories, forgotten familiarity, and a flicker of nostalgia she had not expected to feel again—was now completely gone. It had been stripped away so cleanly it was almost unsettling, as if it had never existed at all. In its place remained something firmer, sharper, more grounded, and significantly less forgiving of what she was hearing.“You’re asking me,” she said slowly, deliberately spacing each word as though she was testing whether the sentence itself made sense when spoken aloud, “how you can reunite me with a man who is already married?”Elias remained exactly as he was, seated with quiet control, posture relaxed in a way that suggested ease rather than carelessness. His expression did not shift in
Chapter 591
The moment Emily admitted she knew Antonio Morris, Elias felt a subtle but distinct shift inside him.Not emotion in the traditional sense.Not excitement.Not surprise.Positioning.It was the feeling of a piece on a board confirming itself exactly where it needed to be, without force, without resistance, simply aligning into place as though it had always been meant to be there. Elias did not react outwardly. There was no visible change in posture or expression. But something in his eyes sharpened slightly, then softened into quiet satisfaction, the kind that came from validation rather than discovery.Good.That was the confirmation he needed.Across from him, Emily remained seated, but her posture had shifted slightly. There was a subtle uncertainty now, as if she had stepped into a moment that was beginning to feel heavier than she originally anticipated. As though her simple admission had unlocked something she could no longer see the full shape of.Elias allowed the silence to l
Chapter 590
When the investigator saw the transfer notification appear on his screen, he paused for a moment longer than usual, his eyes fixed on the amount as if confirming it had not been misread or duplicated by mistake. It was not merely generous. It was excessive in a way that immediately removed it from the category of professional payment and placed it into something more deliberate.It was far beyond what was required for introductions, arrangements, persuasion, or even extended effort.It was a statement.A confirmation of intent rather than a simple transaction.The investigator exhaled slowly through his nose, almost amused, though there was caution beneath the reaction.“Of course,” he muttered to himself. “He doesn’t do moderation.”He leaned back in his chair, still staring at the screen for a few seconds longer, letting the implication settle fully before locking the phone and setting it aside. Whatever Elias was building toward, it was no longer a simple inquiry or background sear
Chapter 589
As soon as Elias finished reading the email, the smirk on his face did not fade.Instead, it deepened slightly, as though something within him had finally aligned into place after a long period of uncertainty. He sat back in his chair, the faint glow of his laptop casting soft reflections across his face, highlighting the calm satisfaction in his expression. Emily Williams. A name that, to anyone else, would appear ordinary, unremarkable, easily forgotten. But in Elias’s mind, it was already transforming into something far more structured, far more intentional.Not a person.Not a memory.A tool.A point of access.A variable that could be shaped and positioned.He picked up his phone slowly, his movements deliberate and unhurried, as though the outcome of the call had already been decided before it began. Without hesitation, he dialed the investigator’s number and brought the phone to his ear.It rang twice.Then it was answered.“Elias,” the investigator’s voice came through calmly.
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Upon hearing Elias’s words, the investigator gave a slow, thoughtful nod, as though weighing not just the instruction itself but the scale of what it implied. He adjusted his posture slightly, already shifting mentally into work mode.“I’ll get back to you,” he said calmly, rising from the chair with unhurried confidence. “Once I’ve gathered enough—especially what you asked for.”Elias did not respond immediately. He simply watched him, his expression steady and unreadable, the kind of silence that suggested control rather than uncertainty. There was impatience there, but it was carefully contained, folded beneath composure like something deliberately restrained.The investigator straightened his jacket, ensuring everything sat properly before continuing.“I understand what you want,” he added. “And I’ll go deeper than most people would dare.”That, at last, was enough for Elias. Not reassurance, but confirmation of direction.A faint nod followed.“Do not waste time,” Elias said.The
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