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Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 126
MICHAEL’S POVI dropped the phone and I sat behind my desk after the call with Owen. My jaw was locked, and my mind was just too occupied to think about anything other than who I was thinking about before the call came in.The same person I was waiting to come in any second from now... Robert Carlisle, I needed to hear his side of the story; I needed to know what his intentions were. Only then would I be able to form an opinion on what this was really about.I glared at the door, waiting for him to walk through. And soon, I heard the knock instantly, followed by the door creaking open with a soft click.Mr. Carlisle strolled in as if he had all the time in the world. Very calm and collected. He didn’t even bother to look at me as he shut the door behind him. The smile he wore was casual, almost lazy, like he had just walked into a coffee shop for a chat.“Michael,” he called. After then he just sank into the chair across from me like he belonged there, crossing one leg over the o
Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 127
MICHAEL’S POVThe next morning, I arrived at the Harrington mansion with Isabella by my side. As we made our way through the enormous front door,Isabella squeezed my hand briefly as if sensing the tension behind the mask of calmness I was wearing.We stepped into the grand sitting room that opened before us.The ceilings were so high up, and the windows were about the largest I had seen for a living space.The decor was a testament to the wealth and taste of the owners, from the oversized couches to the tall walls adorned with art.The space felt too formal, too imposing, as if the furniture itself were watching us.Nathan and Owen were already seated alongside their mother, Minister Sophie Harrigton, her poised figure wrapped in a modest but elegant dress. It was Owen who spotted us first, lifting his head with that easy, warm expression that was always so hard to take seriously."Look who’s finally made it." Owen said with a casual smile, his voice breaking the stillness.At his
Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 128
MICHAEL’S POVThe car hummed beneath me as I steered out of the Harrington mansion, the huge gates swinging shut in my rearview mirror. My plans adhered to the steering wheel, not from tension but a steady rush of anticipation.For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t haunted by uncertainty.Isabella had stayed back to help her mother with something—something about the church fundraising dinner next weekend.I didn’t mind. In fact, I welcomed the space to let my thoughts bubble without distraction.The meeting with Mr. Harrington had gone better than I expected, and I felt as if a weight had lifted from my chest. It wasn’t just the promises of support; though those had been enough to rekindle a confidence I hadn’t felt in a long time, it was the simple fact that I wasn’t alone in this anymore.As I drove down the winding roads, a faint smile curled at the edges of my lips. I tapped my fingers gently, nodding to the beat of the music playing softly from the radio.The car's speed crept
Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 129
MICHAEL’S POVI drove faster than I should have, my hands gripping the steering wheel tight as the family mansion loomed closer. The familiar driveway whipped by in a blur, but all I could hear was Robert's voice repeating in my head: "Your uncle was involved. It goes deeper than you know." I couldn't believe it. My late uncle? Greg’s dad?The idea that the shady deals went as far back as him…it didn’t make sense.My mind raced as I parked. I jammed the car into park, shut off the ignition almost too quickly, and for a second, I just sat there. The silence was suffocating. Could Robert really be right? Had the company's success...my success...been built on lies all along? Tweaking the properties of products for money? The gravity of it pressed down on me like a boulder. If the competitors, the critics, got wind of this...everything I had worked for, everything the company stood for, would be ripped apart. No, explained away as if it had all been a sham.I gasped, my breath cat
Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 130
GENERAL POVOwen pushed the door to his apartment and entered.He shut the door softly behind him, pausing for a second, as though leaving the world outside was not quite enough.He moved with slow, deliberate steps, crossing the room with a weariness that had become second nature to him over the past few days.His face was hard to read; his brows were slightly drawn, lost in thought.When Owen reached his bedroom, he stopped at the center of the room, standing there as though uncertain of what to do next.His eyes were scanning the space, landing on nothing in particular, and for a long moment, he didn’t move.The room felt too big, too empty. It swallowed him whole.With a heavy sigh, his hand reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one, slowly. The fabric fell away from his body, and he carelessly tossed it onto the bed. He stood shirtless and then made to sit down on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely as his head hung low.For day
Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 131
ISABELLA'S POVNathan had shared with me how Scarlett had been visiting him of late, lingering too long at his door, just enough to stir old wounds. And even reaching out to the estate security personnel whenever he wasn't around. At least it showed a level of desperation on her part. And that was why I was on my way there today.Despite the hurt, part of me hoped we could still talk this out. Even though restoring her back into his life wouldn't be all that possible.But we could still arrive at something that works. Just like James and I had done.After all, we had been friends for years. All I wanted was a hint of remorse from her, an acknowledgment of the line she had crossed.As I parked in front of the gallery, the emptiness of the space mirrored the hollow feeling in my chest. The lights were off, the windows dark, and not a soul in sight. I stood for a moment, staring at the locked door, a quiet sigh escaping my lips. So, she wasn’t here. And perhaps indoors or something
Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 132
MICHAEL’S POV The moment I stepped into the club,music hit me, vibrating floors dim lights, charged atmosphere…name it. I paused just inside the entrance, scanning the room casually, my eyes adjusting to the low lighting as I searched for Owen. We had agreed to meet here. The club was one of those exclusive spots, packed with people who knew they were being watched but pretended otherwise. As I looked around, I saw a few groups clustered in private booths, laughter merged with the hum of conversation, while some others wriggled their tiny waists on the dance floor. Taking a breath, I made my way in, walking slowly and moving through the crowd, my hands brushing past people’s shoulders. Owen would be waiting in the VIP section, and I needed not to rush to get there. However, the urgency of what brought me drove me. The VIP area was cordoned off by a velvet rope, guarded by a bouncer who gave me a curt nod of recognition before unhooking the rope. I slipped past without a
Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 133
ISABELLA'S POVI sat at the edge of my couch, my mind a storm of thoughts.It's been three days. Three days since I’d stormed out of Scarlett’s place, a trip of reconciliation that had quickly developed into something else I didn't bargain for.Now, it was followed by her trying to reach out to me, forwarding. desperate and pleading in the text messages...I had ignored them all, as if refusing to acknowledge them would make the gnawing suspicion less real.My gaze drifted out of the window. Inside me, there was only a deepening gloom. The things I had seen that day, the contracts with Xander, strange inconsistencies in Scarlett’s defense—it had all begun to fester like an open wound.No, something isn’t right. The words escaped my lips in a low murmur, barely audible.I needed answers. And I needed them now. I picked up my phone, quickly dialing Claire’s number and agitation in my veins.“Good morning, Dr. Isabella,” Claire’s voice greeted me, bright and efficient as always.“Morn
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