2025-05-14 15:37:08Divorce?
The word rang in Logan’s ears like a slap. How come? Charlotte and he had been a loving couple. Why would she suddenly agree to divorce? Barbara must be lying! Logan jumped into a cab, his thoughts spiraling. Ten minutes later, he stormed into their modest home. Almost immediately, he saw his mother-in-law Barbara, and a young man that he had never seen before, lounging arrogantly on his couch. The unfamiliar man was impeccably dressed, and wearing a luxury wristband—his outfit alone was easily worth over a million. The moment Barbara spotted Logan, her face lit up and her smile turned venomous. She scolded, “Oh, finally! The deadbeat arrives. Hurry up and sign the divorce papers!” However, Logan ingnored Barbara’s words entirely. He looked up at the unfamiliar man and asked coldly, “May I know who this is?” “You fool, don’t you know who Mr Liam Hayes is? He is the Chief Operating Officer of Rhine Corporation, the most renowned powerhouse conglomerate in Elleville.” “He earns a million a month and is the perfect husband we've found for Charlotte! Sign the divorce papers now, and Charlotte can be with him!” Barbara threw the divorce agreement across the table. So this was Liam Hayes? Logan had heard the name several times before. Grandma Sullivan and Barbara had mentioned it again and again, hoping that Charlotte would divorce Logan to marry this man. In their eyes, a union with the Hayes family wasn’t just a social upgrade—it was a strategic masterstroke. They also believed that Charlotte's marriage to a Chief Officer at Rhine Corporation, the largest conglomerate in Elleville, would open doors to valuable business connections, boosting their family business and granting them unrivaled access to elite circles in the city. “You trash, Charlotte is already packing her bags. Don’t you dare idle and waste our time!” Barbara urged impatiently. Logan clenched his jaw, sure that Barbara was only putting up a show. There was no way Charlotte could divorce him. He stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. “I don’t believe you. Charlotte would never choose this. Not now. Not ever! I know her.” Barbara scoffed, pointing the divorce papers. “You think this is a joke? Look at it for yourself then. She already signed!” Logan's eyes scanned the sheet and almost immediately, his stomach turned cold. There it was—Charlotte Sullivan’s signature. Elegant, precise, and unmistakably hers! He stared at it in disbelief, a wave of sorrow flooding his heart. She had signed it. But why?! Barbara’s voice pierced through his thoughts. “Stop staring like a fool and just sign your own part." "Charlotte’s moving out of this stink hole with Liam. She’s ready for a new life. You should be grateful she even stayed this long!” But Logan wasn’t listening anymore. Had he misjudged Charlotte? Was she giving up him and their daughter? Meanwhile, Liam took one look at Logan’s plain clothes and sneered. “I thought Charlotte the beauty would be with someone impressive, but it turns out she’s stuck with a useless freeloader like you. How bizzare! You’re not worthy of her!” “Get lost! You’re not invited!” Logan snapped. “This is between Charlotte and me—none of your damn business! You bastard!” Used to being respected and admired from his high-ranking position, Liam had never been yelled at like this. “If it wasn’t for Elder Mrs Sullivan begging and Charlotte waiting for me to marry her, do you think I’d enter this asshole you call a house?” Furious, Liam laughed mockingly. “And in case you don’t know, Elysian Bloom is already on the verge of bankruptcy. With just one word, I can greenlight a hundred-million-dollar deal and save Charlotte’s company. But you? You’re just a worthless trash. What can you possibly do?!” Logan’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light. Liam’s words reminded him of all the insults and contempt he’d suffered from the Sullivan family. It was the same venom, the same mockery. “You’d better sign the papers and obediently hand over your wife!” Seeing that Logan remained silent, Liam assumed he was backing down and decided to press further. However ... With a swift kick, Logan sent Liam sprawling to the floor. The entire Rhine Corporation now belonged to him. And yet a mere Chief Operating Officer in his company dared to insult him and his wife?
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The emcee continued.The second: Sullivan Freight Lines, Northern Division — transferred to Harry Sullivan!John sat up straighter, confused.The third: Sullivan HighPoint Real Estate Group — transferred to Harry Sullivan.Barbara’s lips parted in shock.On and on it went—Sullivan Ventures Capital, Sullivan Global Beverages, the East Grove Estate, the flagship health facilities in Glenview—one after the other, announced and handed over to Harry Sullivan.Only two minor properties—barely profitable and geographically insignificant—were transferred to members of the second branch. Just enough to create a smokescreen of fairnessBut there was nothing for John’s branch.Murmurs fluttered among guests.John’s friends, who had come to celebrate, now whispered among themselves, unsure of how to react. They cast awkward glances at John’s table, where the atmosphere had shifted from celebration to confusion... then disbelief.Barbara looked crushed. Her red lipstick trembled at the corners
Chapter 66
The day of the Sullivan Investments handover ceremony arrived.For John and his family, this wasn’t just another family event—it was their moment. A culmination of years of ridicule, belittlement, and being treated like outsiders, all being swept away in one grand, triumphant day.John was dressed in a fine navy-blue tuxedo, his silver cufflinks gleaming in the sun. Barbara wore a stunning wine-red gown, matching Charlotte’s elegant silk dress. Logan, despite his leg injury, wore a tailored black suit and moved gracefully with his cane by his side. They stood together, united, glowing with anticipation and pride.“This is what dignity feels like,” John said with a chuckle as he looked around. “Finally.”“We earned this,” Barbara added, her voice tinged with vindication. “After all Charlotte’s been through, this is only right.”Charlotte nodded with a radiant smile, hoping this moment would help ease the pain she still carried from the destruction of Elysian Bloom.They had invit
Chapter 65
The following day, the morning broke quietly—until the shrill ring of Charlotte’s phone shattered the calm.Still half-asleep, she reached for the device on her nightstand. The name blinking on the screen was Maya, her secretary.She answered instantly.“Mrs Brooks,” Maya’s voice trembled. “It’s Elysian Bloom. The building… it’s on fire.”Charlotte sat up straight. “What?”“It started an hour ago. The place is already half gone—before the fire department even arrived.”Charlotte’s breath caught. “How is that possible? What happened? Was anyone inside?”“No one was hurt,” Maya quickly added. “The night staff had just left. But… the documents, the systems, everything’s… it’s bad. It’s really bad.”Charlotte's heart sank as the call ended. She stared blankly at the wall for a second, disoriented. Then it hit her—the sketches, contracts, signed NDAs, design blueprints, client records—was all inside that building, and by now everything would have been gone!Grabbing her coat with
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Grandma Sullivan turned slowly, raising a suspicious brow. “Harry, are you trying to kill me with gifts?” she asked, half-amused, half-curious.“It’s… something private,” Harry replied, lowering his voice. “We’ll need to talk inside.”Her brows furrowed deeper. “Talk? About a gift? Since when do gifts need a discussion?” she muttered, but turned anyway. With a quick command to the maids to lock up the car and move the gifts inside, she walked briskly past Harry and into the grand living room.The warmth of the room couldn’t compete with the frostiness of her tone. “Well? Out with it,” she said, settling on the velvet armchair with an air of imperious command. “What’s so private you had to escort me in like some criminal confession?”Harry took a seat across from her, crossing one leg over the other. “It’s about the Sullivans’ investments, Mom,” he began slowly. “All of them.”She narrowed her eyes.Harry continued, naming them one after the other: the Sullivan Property Fund,
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Ava sat rigidly at the edge of the velvet couch in the lavish dining room with her polished nails drumming silently against her wine glass. She was out on bail—thanks to Harry's swift connections—but her heart burned hotter than ever.She had been exposed.Charlotte and that wretched husband of hers had pulled the rug from under her right in front of the elite crowd at the Rhine Corporation Project ceremony. Her name had been dragged through the mud, her image tarnished, and her pride shredded.She stirred her glass of merlot and gave a bitter smile. No, this wasn’t over. Charlotte would pay. And this time, she, Ava wouldn’t strike openly. Harry sat across from her, halfway through his steak, while Jolene beside him, humming as she scrolled on her phone. The air was thick, heavy with unspoken tension, and Ava barely touched her food. Just then, Harry’s phone vibrated beside his plate.He glanced at the screen and stiffened slightly.“Excuse me,” he said, standing as he faced J
Chapter 62
As soon as the men saw the heirloom fall back underground and Logan scream from the bullet that had torn through his leg, their laughter filled the tight, dark chamber like echoes from hell. The priceless Brooks heirloom—encased in a polished titanium vault embedded with ancient carvings and blue-gold inlays—now lay just a few feet from them. The very thing they had risked their lives for was finally back within reach. And now, Logan, their obstacle, was writhing helplessly on the stone floor, clutching his bloodied leg.One of the masked men stepped forward. He was tall—towering at over six feet—with broad shoulders like iron gates. His body was covered in black tactical gear that seemed too heavy for any normal man to wear and his mask was grotesque, molded like a horned demon with fiery red eye-slits that glowed faintly. His arms were tattooed with symbols that resembled the same mark Logan had seen on his mother’s wrist the day she died. This man’s voice was gravelly and ta
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