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Secret Billionaire Divorcee   Chapter 113
Knoxxâs Point of ViewI barely look up from my laptop when Dolly struts into my office, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. I already know she wants something. Dolly never shows up without an agenda."Did you hear?" she starts, plopping down into the chair across from me without an invitation. "The International Jewelry Design Competition is coming up."I exhale sharply through my nose, still typing. "And?"Dolly leans forward, eyes sparkling with excitement. "And itâs the perfect opportunity for me! Iâve already submitted my designs, and I know Iâll make it to the finals."I finally look up, unimpressed. "You seem awfully confident.""Of course I am," she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "You saw my latest collection. Itâs groundbreaking."I donât comment. I donât care about jewelry or competitions, but I know Dollyâs ambition wonât let her drop this topic easily. Sheâs been obsessed with making a name for herself ever since she came back into my life. I d
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Knoxx Point of ViewAdrian's gaze shifts abruptly, his earlier relaxed expression giving wayto a more guarded and hardened look. However, this fleeting moment of surpriseis quickly replaced by a smirk as he casually reclines against the bench,crossing his arms on top of it.With a drawl in his voice, Adrian addresses me as though we are oldacquaintances unexpectedly crossing paths. "Well, well," he begins,his tone teasing. "Look who we have here. Knoxx Wayne, gracing the streetsof Italy. Who wouldâve imagined?"Feeling the tension rise, my jaw clenches as I respond firmly,"Adrian."He cocks his head slightly, feigning a once-over appraisal of myappearance. "You seem different. The passage of time hasn't beenparticularly kind to you, has it?" A broader grin appears on his face."You appear... worn out, old and⌠stressed. It appears that taking on morethan you can handle has its consequences."Ignoring his attempts to provoke a reaction, I maintain a steady gaze,silently obse
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Dollyâs Point of ViewI watch as Adrian walks away, hand in hand with that boy, Liam. Knoxx is tense beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly I swear I can hear his teeth grind. His hands are shoved into his pockets, but I can see the twitch in his fingers. He wants to punch somethingâmaybe Adrian, maybe the wall, maybe even himself.I take a slow breath, schooling my expression into something soft, something understanding. Then, I step closer, slipping my hand through his arm, pressing against him. "Knoxx, donât let him get to you," I say gently, tilting my head so I can meet his dark, storming eyes. "You know how Adrian is. He just wants to make you angry. And that boyâhis sonâheâs probably the same as him. Like father, like son. You shouldnât take anything they say seriously."Knoxx exhales sharply, his eyes still trained on the direction Adrian disappeared. "That kid..." he mutters, voice low.I feel my breath catch. Something about his tone sends a ripple of unease down my spine. "
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Dollyâs Point of ViewI seeKnoxx is about to look at the message, and my heart nearly stops. The screen isstill lit, the message notification glaring up at me like a loaded gun, readyto go off.BeforeI can think, my body reacts on instinctâI snatch the phone out of his reach,clutching it so tightly my nails dig into the casing. My pulse is erratic,pounding so hard I swear he can hear it.Knoxxâsbrows pull together. His sharp gaze flicks from my hand to my face. Toofast. Too suspicious.âWhatwas that?â he asks, voice laced with mild irritation.Iswallow hard, forcing a breathy laugh. âOh, itâs nothing,â I say, pretending tobe embarrassed. âJust⌠a stupid spam message. You know how these things are.âHisexpression doesnât change. He doesnât look convinced.âLet mesee it.âPanicslams into me so fast I almost drop the phone. My grip tightens, my fingerstrembling as I force a casual shrug. Think. Think.I rollmy eyes, letting out a sigh like heâs being ridiculous. âItâs jus
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CarolineâsPoint of ViewLiamcrashes through the front door first. His little feet slap against the floor ashe kicks his shoes off thrilled. "Mom! We're home!"I lookup from the stove. Garlic and butter smells float in the air. The kitchen feelswarm compared to the cold outside, but it's nothing like the warmth that startsto spread in my chest when I see my son. His messy hair, his pink cheeks fromthe cold, his bright eyes that always seem to be full of joy. It makes me stop,and I grip the wooden spoon I've been stirring with tighter.Helooks happy. Really happy.Adrianenters right after him, his presence filling the room, like he's always been apart of this place.I gulp.For asecond, I let myself thinkâthe impossible dream that pops up before I can pushit away. The view of them together like this coming into the house bringing thechilly air, their laughter mixing with the home I've created. It's risky tothink this way.Topicture a future that can't be real.Afamily.
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CarolineâsPoint of ViewTheempty sketchbook before me seems weightier than usual, as if its blank pagesmock me . I grip my pencil almost breaking the tip. Yet, I struggle to startdrawing.Noideas. No creativity.Just aheavy constricting sensation in my chest.I mustcreate this design. This contest isn't about winningâit's about showing I'mstill myself. That I still offer something valuable, somethingworthwhile. After all my losses, after facing so many rejections, this is myopportunity to establish myself again.Butevery idea feels off.I'veconsidered all the usual optionsârings, earrings, necklaces, braceletsâitemspeople expect. Items that would sell. But the idea of designingsomething solely for the market, without meaning, makes me feel sick. I don'twant to create something people will forget. I want something that will matter.Something that make people remember my name. Something the first time they seeit, they will rememer me or think of me.But howcan I achiev
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Carolineâs Point of ViewDinner has a warm familiar feel, the kindof comfort I never knew I missed until I had it again. Laughter echoes throughmy apartmentâLiam's cheerful giggles blend with Adrian's deep chuckles, while Penelope'splayful comments weave through it all. The aroma of home-cooked food hangs inthe air enveloping us like a gentle hug.For the first time in ages, I feelcomplete.Adrian sits next to me fitting into thespace as if he belongs here. And the thrilling feeling part isâhe does.He reaches across the table to help Liamcut his food. He steadies the boy's hand as he guides the knife through themeat. He makes sure the vegetables stay on Liam's fork when he tries to pushthem aside. His movements show no doubt, as if this is natural to him.Liam doesn't mind. He loves the attentionenjoying every moment.I swallow hard. Something tightens in mychest.Penelope though, is watching. She'swatching me.I know what her eyes say without lookingup.I give her a ste
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CarolineâsPoint of ViewTheemail appears on my computer screen just as I'm fixing up the display case inmy store focusing on positioning the jewelry to catch the light . I barely lookat it at first thinking it's another everyday email, another question, anotherpointless notification I can deal with later.ButthenâMyheart skips a beat when I see the subject line."Congratulations!You've made it to the final round!"Myheart pounds against my chest as I rush to open the email. My fingers shake abit as I move the mouse. At first, the words don't make sense. I'm too shockedto understand them. But I force myself to focus and read every word ."DearMs. Hill, we are pleased to inform you that your design has been selected asone of the top three finalists in the competition. You have been invited to anexclusive dinner event where the winners will be announced. More detailsbelow."I lookat the screen. The words sink in slowly, one after another, until I grasp whatthey mean.Fi
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Carolineâs Point of ViewThe hospital halls are quieter than usual this afternoon. Adrian is still asleep when I come back from the nurseâs station, where I asked for his updated chart. Heâs stable. Recovering well, they said. But even if they didnât, I think I wouldâve stayed right here anyway. I sink into the chair beside his bed and fold his blanket higher on his chest. His breathing is slow, steady. Peaceful.I donât know how long I just sit there staring at him. Watching his fingers twitch slightly in his sleep. Iâve memorized every line of his face these past few days, every scar and freckle, every soft crease that forms when he dreams. Sometimes, I wonder what he dreams about. Does he know Iâm here?Thereâs no schedule in my head anymore. No outside world. No thoughts of work, the shop, or anything else. Just this room. Just him.The door clicks open behind me.I donât need to look to know itâs Knoxx. The air shifts the moment he walks inâthick with that same tension thatâs bee
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Penelope's Point of ViewI knock on Liamâs door, glancing at the time on my phone. Carolineâs still at the hospital, taking care of Adrian. I offered to drop by the house and help with Liam since I know her hands are full. Plus, I miss the kid. Thereâs something about Liamâs energy that makes everything feel lighter.The door opens, and the nanny greets me with a smile. âHi, Ms. Penelope. Liamâs inside drawing. Heâs been asking if youâre coming.âMy chest warms. âGood. I brought snacks.âI head inside, dropping my bag by the counter before walking into the living room. Liam is sitting cross-legged on the rug, his little hand moving crayons across a piece of paper. He looks up and beams when he sees me.âPenny!â he says, jumping to his feet and running to hug me.I kneel to catch him. âHey, bud. You missed me?âHe nods. âMamaâs busy. Daddy is sick. But I made drawings.ââI canât wait to see them.âHe pulls me by the hand, dragging me to the living room floor. I sit down beside him as h
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Caroline’s Point of ViewKnoxx is standing in front of me again. Same expensive suit. Same arrogant posture. Same eyes that once used to undo me with a single look. Not anymore.I don’t flinch when he speaks.“You really won’t even look at me?”I cross my arms, leaning back against the wall of the hospital waiting area. The air smells sterile and cold. But inside, I feel oddly still. Numb, even.“I’m looking at you right now,” I say quietly.“That’s not what I meant,” he replies. He shifts on his feet like he’s uncomfortable. “Caroline… everything’s out. Everyone knows what Dolly did. She’s going to prison. You don’t have to keep pretending like you’re angry at me.”“I’m not pretending,” I say, still calm. Too calm. “And I’m not angry.”He frowns. “You’re not?”
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Knoxxâs Point of ViewThe jail reeks of sweat, piss, and something else I canât name. The kind of scent that clings to your skin long after you leave. Iâve been standing here for ten minutes, waiting for them to bring her out. Iâm not pacing. Iâm not anxious. Iâm angry. And the longer I stand here, the more it simmers.She finally walks inâDolly. Her wrists are cuffed, her hair a tangled mess, lips dry and pale. Her eyes flicker up to mine, hopeful. God. Still hopeful.âKnoxx,â she says, a breathy smile tugging at her lips. âYou came.âI sit down across from her, hands clasped, jaw tight. âDonât act surprised. You knew I would.âShe leans forward like this is a reunion. âI didnât think youâd visit this soon.ââI didnât come to visit,â I snap. âThis isnât a visit. This is the last time weâll speak.âHer smile falters, but she covers it quickly. âYouâre upset. I get it. The mediaâs twisting everythingâââStop talking.âHer mouth shuts.I breathe through my nose, steady, even, but inside
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Carolineâs Point of ViewI sit across from the detective in the cold, gray-walled interrogation room, the recorder lying on the table between us. My fingers tremble slightly as I slide the flash drive across the smooth surface. Iâve played this moment in my head all nightâhow Iâd hand over the truth, how Iâd finally clear my name.âThis is it,â I say, voice low but steady. âEverything she confessed. Itâs all there.âDetective Ramirez picks up the drive, giving me a long, assessing look. âYouâre sure she wasnât coerced? No threats?âI meet his gaze. âShe talked on her own. I just listened.âHe nods slowly, motioning for the officer behind the mirror to take it for processing. My stomach tightens as the door clicks shut again. The moment feels heavier than I imagined.âShe admitted to the theft of your designs, the drugging incident, and the incident involving the late Mr. Wayne?â he asks.âYes,â I say. âShe confessed to all of it. She also named someone else. A man. I donât know his fu
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Carolineâs Point of ViewThe door clicks open, and for a moment, I canât breathe.The surgeon steps inside, still wearing his scrubs. His gloves are off, and his face is tight, but itâs not the kind of tight that screams bad news. Itâs calm. Measured.I shoot to my feet.âIs heâ?â I choke on the rest of the sentence. My legs feel shaky. I grip the back of the plastic chair for balance.âHeâs alive,â the doctor says.I drop into the chair.Alive.My vision blurs, and I donât realize Iâm crying until I taste salt. I cover my mouth, letting out a breath I didnât know I was holding. Alive.âHe lost a lot of blood,â the doctor continues, his tone clinical, but kind. âThe stab wound punctured a lung, but we were able to stop the bleeding. Heâs stable now. Heâll need rest. Weeks of it. But heâs going to recover.âI nod furiously, even though I can barely hear him over the pounding in my chest.âCan I see him?âHe nods. âWeâll move him to recovery in a few minutes. Heâs still unconscious, but
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Caroline’s Point of ViewKnoxx is standing in front of me again. Same expensive suit. Same arrogant posture. Same eyes that once used to undo me with a single look. Not anymore.I don’t flinch when he speaks.“You really won’t even look at me?”I cross my arms, leaning back against the wall of the hospital waiting area. The air smells sterile and cold. But inside, I feel oddly still. Numb, even.“I’m looking at you right now,” I say quietly.“That’s not what I meant,” he replies. He shifts on his feet like he’s uncomfortable. “Caroline… everything’s out. Everyone knows what Dolly did. She’s going to prison. You don’t have to keep pretending like you’re angry at me.”“I’m not pretending,” I say, still calm. Too calm. “And I’m not angry.”He frowns. “You’re not?”
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Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe jail reeks of sweat, piss, and something else I can’t name. The kind of scent that clings to your skin long after you leave. I’ve been standing here for ten minutes, waiting for them to bring her out. I’m not pacing. I’m not anxious. I’m angry. And the longer I stand here, the more it simmers.She finally walks in—Dolly. Her wrists are cuffed, her hair a tangled mess, lips dry and pale. Her eyes flicker up to mine, hopeful. God. Still hopeful.“Knoxx,” she says, a breathy smile tugging at her lips. “You came.”I sit down across from her, hands clasped, jaw tight. “Don’t act surprised. You knew I would.”She leans forward like this is a reunion. “I didn’t think you’d visit this soon.”“I didn’t come to visit,” I snap. “This isn’t a visit. This is the last time we’ll speak.&rd
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Carolineâs Point of ViewI sit across from the detective in the cold, gray-walled interrogation room, the recorder lying on the table between us. My fingers tremble slightly as I slide the flash drive across the smooth surface. Iâve played this moment in my head all nightâhow Iâd hand over the truth, how Iâd finally clear my name.âThis is it,â I say, voice low but steady. âEverything she confessed. Itâs all there.âDetective Ramirez picks up the drive, giving me a long, assessing look. âYouâre sure she wasnât coerced? No threats?âI meet his gaze. âShe talked on her own. I just listened.âHe nods slowly, motioning for the officer behind the mirror to take it for processing. My stomach tightens as the door clicks shut again. The moment feels heavier than I imagined.âShe admitted to the theft of your designs, the drugging incident, and the incident involving the late Mr. Wayne?â he asks.âYes,â I say. âShe confessed to all of it. She also named someone else. A man. I donât know his fu
