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FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 174
The grand ballroom of the Apple City Business Forum was packed with influential figures, the air buzzing with anticipation.A row of cameras lined the back of the room, broadcasting the event live.At the center stage sat Louis Kindsor, Hector Lang, and other key players, each ready to make their case to the city’s elite.Louis adjusted his microphone, his calm exterior hiding the storm brewing inside.Juliet and Pearl stood nearby, their presence a silent reminder of the stakes.In the crowd, Terminator X sat inconspicuously, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Hector, ever the showman, leaned forward with a smirk“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re here to discuss the future of this city’s economy. And I think it’s clear who’s capable of leading that future.”He gestured toward Louis, his tone dripping with mockery.“We’ve all seen the headlines. AAA Group struggling, questionable projects, and leadership that’s… let’s just say, less than inspiring.”Louis didn’t flinch.“Interesting
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 175
The sleek black envelope was unmarked except for a wax seal bearing an ornate insignia.Louis turned it over in his hands, frowning.“No sender. Just an address and a date.”Juliet leaned over the desk, reading the contents.“It’s an invitation. Exclusive, secretive, and dripping with high-society pretension.”Pearl crossed her arms.“It’s also a trap. These kinds of events aren’t meant for people like us—they’re meant to lure us into compromising positions.”Louis set the envelope down.“So, what do we do? Ignore it?”Juliet shook her head.“No. If this is legitimate, it’s an opportunity to get ahead of whatever they’re planning. Plus, if we don’t show, it’ll look like we’re hiding.”“Or it’s a setup to discredit us,” Pearl countered, her tone sharp.“Showing up could backfire.”Louis sighed, torn between the two perspectives.“Either way, they’ll spin it against us. But if there’s even a chance this event is important, we can’t afford to sit it out.”The venue was an opulent mansion
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 176
The room buzzed with anticipation as the auction reached its climax.The artifact, now displayed on a pedestal surrounded by a faint, shimmering aura, seemed to pulse with energy.The bids climbed rapidly, the stakes as high as the tension in the air.“Eighty million,” Hector announced confidently, leaning back in his chair.His smirk was aimed directly at Louis, daring him to counter.Louis met his gaze, his jaw tight. “Eighty-five.”Vivian raised her hand almost immediately. “Ninety.”Pearl leaned over to Louis, her voice low but urgent.“She’s pushing hard. We need to disrupt their rhythm.”“Leave that to me,” Juliet said, a sly smile curving her lips.She slipped into the crowd, her emerald dress catching the light as she approached Hector’s group.Juliet joined a cluster of Hector’s associates, effortlessly blending into their conversation.Her laughter carried over the hum of the room, drawing their attention.“Such an intense evening,” she said, her tone light.“But isn’t Hecto
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 177
The early morning light spilled into the AAA Group office as Louis sat at his desk, the remnants of sleepless nights etched on his face.His eyes darted between scattered notes and a grainy security image of the shadowy figure he had seen at the auction.“They looked just like her,” Louis muttered, his voice barely audible.Juliet leaned against the doorway, her arms crossed.“Louis, we’ve been over this. Your mother’s gone. Whoever that was, it wasn’t her.”“She’s right,” Pearl said, walking in with a steaming cup of coffee.“You’re chasing shadows, and it’s going to consume you if you let it.”Louis glanced up, his jaw tight.“You didn’t see them. The way they moved, the way they watched Vivian—it was uncanny.”Juliet sighed, sitting across from him.“And even if it was connected to your mother, what’s the endgame here? You can’t afford to lose focus—not now, with Vivian holding that relic.”Despite their warnings, Louis threw himself into the investigation.He poured over surveilla
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 178
Vivian stood in the remnants of her ruined lab, her body trembling with pain and energy.Her once-perfect features were marred by faint glowing veins that pulsed with the same eerie light as the relic. Despite her injuries, she felt stronger than ever.She clenched her fists, watching as faint sparks of energy danced across her fingertips.“They think they can stop me,” she murmured, her voice low but filled with determination.“They have no idea what I’ve become.”Hector entered cautiously, his gaze darting to the relic still glowing faintly on the table.“Vivian, you need medical attention. You’re—”“Evolving,” she interrupted, turning to face him. Her eyes gleamed with an unnatural light.“The relic didn’t curse me—it awakened me. This is power, Hector. True power.”Hector’s unease deepened. “And what’s your plan? Destroy everything in your path?”“If that’s what it takes,” she said coldly.“Louis Kindsor is my first target. He’s been a thorn in my side for too long.”At the AAA Gr
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 179
Louis turned to see her stepping out of the shadows, her figure illuminated by the faint glow of the relic’s energy coursing through her veins. Her movements were fluid, almost inhuman.“Vivian,” he said evenly.“We don’t have to do this. Whatever the relic did to you—”“It gave me clarity,” she interrupted, her voice rising.“For the first time, I see the world for what it is. Weak, chaotic, broken. And I’m going to fix it.”Louis stepped forward cautiously.“By tearing it apart?”“No,” she said, her eyes narrowing.“By rebuilding it in my image. I am the future of this city, Louis. You’re just a relic of its past.”With a flick of her wrist, Vivian sent a burst of energy hurtling toward Louis.He dove to the side, the blast narrowly missing him and leaving a scorched mark on the floor.“You see?” she said, her voice filled with dark glee.“This is what true power looks like. And you? You’re powerless against it.”Louis stood, his voice calm despite the tension.“Power doesn’t make y
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 180
From a safe distance, Juliet and Pearl watched the duel unfold, their emotions a mix of awe and concern.“He’s holding his own,” Juliet said, her voice tense.“But she’s overwhelming him.”Pearl shook her head.“He’s not trying to overpower her. He’s making her expend her energy. It’s a classic tactic.”Juliet glanced at her, surprised.“You really trust him, don’t you?”“I do,” Pearl admitted.“But it’s not just trust—it’s understanding. He’s carrying more than anyone should have to.”Juliet’s expression softened.“You’re right. And maybe I’ve been too focused on my own frustrations to see that.”Pearl smiled faintly.“We both want the same thing—for him to make it through this. We just have different ways of showing it.”Vivian’s relentless attacks began to take their toll.Her movements became less precise, her energy surges less controlled. Louis noticed the change and seized the moment.“You’re slipping, Vivian,” he said, stepping out from his cover.“That power you’re so proud o
FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR CHAPTER 181
The first blackout hit during rush hour. Apple City’s skyline, usually shimmering with lights, went dark, plunging entire districts into chaos.Traffic snarled as signals failed, and emergency sirens wailed through the streets.In the distance, a faint, eerie glow emanated from an underground source.Louis stood in the AAA Group’s operations center, surrounded by his core team.The tension was palpable.“Report,” Louis ordered, his voice sharp.Juliet, seated at a console, scanned the live updates.“Blackouts in three sectors. Power grid’s overloaded. We’re looking at structural damage in at least two skyscrapers.”“It’s the relic,” Terminator X said grimly.“Vivian’s pushing it too hard. The energy output is destabilizing everything.”Louis clenched his fists.“She’s tearing the city apart just to get to us.”Pearl entered, her phone in hand.“I’ve got contacts in the elite circles who are willing to help, but they need proof that Vivian’s behind this. Right now, she’s spinning it as
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CHAPTER 389
The dome was gone.The trial finished.But Mark Jennings hadn’t moved.He knelt in silence, face blank, eyes eerily calm. It was the stillness that unnerved even the bravest cultivators watching.Louis didn’t buy it.“Something’s wrong,” Mira murmured.Louis nodded, gaze sharpening. “He’s not done.”Mark lifted his head—too smoothly, too... robotic.Then he smiled. Not the smug kind.The sinister kind.“Do you really think you’ve won?” Mark whispered, voice laced with something inhuman. “That this… trial… means anything?”The world watched as his skin flickered, his aura pulsed unnaturally.Louis’s eyes narrowed.“Move back,” he ordered.Too late.Mark’s spirit split, a blinding pulse shooting toward Louis like a spear of corruption.Soul-Swap Technique.A forbidden art. An escape plan carved from the bones of dead gods.Mark’s essence lunged straight into Louis’s core.He laughed mid-transition. “You spent so long trying to destroy me, you forgot I could become you!”Louis didn’t mov
CHAPTER 388
The vote was unanimous.Seventy-seven nations. Fourteen sect unions. Three independent AI councils.Mark Jennings would stand trial.The accusations were endless—soul harvesting, illegal enhancer distribution, war crimes, ritual sacrifice.But Mark?He stood in the Jennings Tower throne room, arms spread like a god blessing fools.“I do not answer to tribunals,” he declared, voice echoing across the broadcast system he’d hijacked. “I have evolved beyond humanity’s petty need for judgment. I am the next phase.”Kael stood nearby, exhausted. “Sir, the world’s demanding transparency. They want to see justice.”Mark sneered. “Justice? That’s a coin toss. I don’t need justice—I need control.”He flicked his hand.Behind the scenes, digital threads slithered through the global tribunal system—hacking verdicts, rewording charges, replacing truth with confusion. Screens glitched, documents shifted. Every guilty verdict now showed: “INCONCLUSIVE – INTERFERENCE SUSPECTED.”Mark smirked. “Blame
CHAPTER 387
Mark Jennings sat in the war chamber, eyes bloodshot, voice low and venomous.“Put a billion on him.”Kael froze. “A billion? That’ll trigger half the rogue world—mercs, bounty sects, soul pirates—”“Exactly,” Mark snapped. “Let them swarm him. Day and night. Sleep will be a myth. Peace a memory.”He grinned, the kind of grin that belonged more in padded rooms than palaces.“If I can’t kill Louis with power… I’ll drown him in desperation.”Day 1A fire arrow nearly pierced Louis’s shoulder during a peaceful harvest prayer.He caught it mid-air, raised a brow, and sighed. “First one? A little early, don’t you think?”The archer got buried head-first in a compost pile. Alive. Slightly traumatized.Day 3A pack of night assassins launched a synchronized strike.One ended up folded into a lotus pose—while unconscious. Another was used to hammer the third into a wall.Day 7“Eighty-four,” Mira counted, dragging another limp mercenary across the courtyard. “You’d think they’d give up.”Loui
CHAPTER 386
The cracks in Mark Jennings' empire weren’t subtle anymore.They were earthquakes.One by one, governments that once propped him up with backdoor deals and glowing endorsements began quietly pulling out.The Empire of Vaundra? Silent.The Eastern United Council? Declared neutrality.Even the Trade Republic of Silas—Mark’s loudest cheerleaders—froze all funding.In the space of 72 hours, his global powerbase went from iron grip to butter melting in a sunstorm.Inside Jennings Tower, the war room was chaos. Phones rang. Alerts screamed. No one had answers—just excuses and sweat.“Sir,” Kael muttered, his voice hollow, “The Republic just blocked access to your border labs. They’re calling it... 'preventive quarantine.'”Mark slammed his fist on the table. “They can’t abandon me. I built this world!”Kael swallowed. “They’re not calling it your world anymore.”But that wasn’t the worst of it.The worst came that night—leaked footage.Posted by a shadow account and verified by five interna
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The night sky glowed red across three continents—and not from the setting sun.Mark Jennings watched, jaw tight, as live satellite feeds showed flames devouring his secret research compounds. Genetic chambers, soul-seal factories, forbidden tech labs—all gone in hours.Security footage was a blur of fire and screaming.One guard managed to shout, “There was no warning—just wings and fire!”Eleanor.Mark crushed his glass in one hand.“She’s insane,” he hissed. “A damn phoenix with a vendetta.”He stormed into his emergency broadcast chamber, cameras flickering on as he barked orders.“Spin this. I don’t care how. Make her the villain. Make her look like a terrorist.”Technicians scrambled. Within minutes, a global emergency broadcast beamed across every major city:Mark stood tall in a charcoal suit, forced grief pasted over his face like a bad mask.“This is not justice. This is terrorism,” he began solemnly, fake sincerity dripping off each word. “Eleanor, once a respected cultivato
CHAPTER 384
Mark Jennings stood before a black, soundproofed war room, surrounded by shadowed figures.“These aren’t your average bounty hunters,” he said, teeth flashing. “I’ve hired phantoms. Spiritual hitmen. Soul-slicers. Even a void-binder from the Unseen Clan.”The room felt colder just hearing those names.Kael leaned in nervously. “You’re sure this won’t backfire like… everything else?”Mark’s eyes gleamed. “This time, there’s no grand entrance. No speeches. No dragon pulses or temple shields. This time, Louis disappears. Quietly.”Two nights later — Location classifiedIn a forest drenched in fog and soaked with tension, Louis moved silently beneath the moonlight. He sensed it before it happened—the faint ripple in spiritual space. Something not of this world was hunting him.Ten elite assassins encircled him: mortals with enchanted weapons, spirits who fed on intent, shapeshifters disguised as falling leaves.“This is it,” whispered one, drawing a blade humming with soul poison.The net
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“They were mine!”Kael whispered, pale. “They were never yours, sir. You just rented them… until someone better showed up.”Mark screamed.Louis. Again. Always him.But deep down, Mark understood something far worse.This wasn’t the end.This was the start of something he could no longer control.And Louis?He wasn’t fighting for power.He was fighting for everyone Mark had forgotten.Beneath the ruined city of Caldus, in a vault built from spiritsteel and arrogance, Mark Jennings stood at the heart of the Shadow Auction—his latest masterpiece of corruption.Around him sat warlords wrapped in animal skins and silk suits, crooked politicians oozing perfume and power, and black-robed syndicate leaders who whispered curses louder than prayers.Projected across the vaulted chamber were translucent prisms—each holding a spirit core, glowing faintly, extracted from captured cultivators loyal to Louis.Mark tapped his glass with a silver spoon.“Welcome, esteemed degenerates,” he smiled. “To
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Mark threw a chair through the screen.“This isn’t possible! HOW?!”Kael cowered. “He used... the Dragon Vein Network. The legends were real. The Kindsor temples are spiritually tethered.”Mark’s eyes bulged. “That’s a bedtime story!”“Yeah,” Kael whimpered. “Except the bedtime story just collapsed seven military bases.”Mark slammed his fist into the wall.“You mean to tell me… we got outsmarted by decorative floor tiles?!”Kael didn’t dare respond.In the Hidden GroveMira watched the news, stunned.Louis finally spoke, voice soft but firm. “They feared the dragon. But they forgot it doesn’t roar until you step on its spine.”She shivered. “What happens now?”Louis looked to the horizon, eyes glinting with purpose.“Now? We rebuild. And when Mark tries again…” He smiled faintly. “We don’t collapse ground.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”Louis’s smile deepened.“We collapse empires.”War-torn cities smoldered under the illusion of peace.Mark Jennings stood atop a broken milita
CHAPTER 381
Mark Jennings was done playing games.Humiliation burned like acid in his chest, each word from Louis’s last appearance looping through his mind like a curse. His reflection in the mirror sneered at him, as if even his own image mocked his failure.“This ends now,” he growled, voice raw with fury. “Burn it all. I want the entire Kindsor network reduced to rubble.”Behind him, a dozen emissaries from rogue states nodded grimly. Their job was simple: conquest by chaos.By dusk, private armies surged across borders—armored vehicles disguised as "peacekeeping convoys" rolled through sacred grounds, while rogue cultivators unleashed hell on ancient temples. Smoke clouded the skies. Cries of civilians pierced the night like broken flutes.Atop a blood-stained mountain base, a general cackled. “Kindsor sanctuaries? More like kindling.”Every news station echoed the same narrative.“Former Louis loyalists caught hoarding soul weapons.”“Public enemies: Kindsor cults tied to insurgency.”“Peac
