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Secret Billionaire Divorcee Chapter 169
Knoxx Point of ViewI wasn't even supposed to be here.But the school sent a reminder about Evelyn's event, and for some damn reason, I clicked “yes.” Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe I just wanted to see if Caroline would be there.Let’s not pretend I don’t know what this is. I’ve been trying to play it cool, pretending she doesn’t matter anymore. Pretending the distance between us doesn’t feel like a knife slowly digging deeper.But the moment I step into the school courtyard, I see her—and all that cool vanishes.She’s standing under the archway of some kindergarten art project, surrounded by paper suns and glittery stars. She's laughing. That soft, effortless laugh I haven’t heard in years. And beside her?Adrian.He’s adjusting the collar of her coat, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers graze her neck. She looks up at h
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Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe bar’s almost empty by the time I order my third whiskey. The lights are dim, the air smells like old wood and regret, and the bartender is giving me that sideways glance like he wants to ask if I need a cab already. I don’t.I swirl the glass slowly, watching the ice melt, then take a sip that burns all the way down. Still doesn’t feel like enough.Why am I even here?Right. Because I saw her today.Caroline.Laughing like that. Smiling like she hasn’t had a weight on her shoulders in years. Smiling like she wasn’t mine once. Like she hadn’t cried in my arms, slept in my bed, trusted me.And the bastard beside her?Adrian Wayne. Out of all people… why it had to be my brother?Adjusting her coat collar like it was his damn right. And she didn’t even flinch. She leaned in, looked up at him with that soft little smile I didn’t even know s
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Caroline’s POVIt’s almost ten at night when I finally step out of the restaurant.I’m drained. The dinner meeting with one of our more difficult suppliers dragged well past its scheduled time, and I’m running on fumes and one too many fake smiles. My heels pinch. My head is pounding. I just want to go home, wash off the day, and maybe—if I’m lucky—hear Adrian’s voice before bed.But the moment I reach the parking lot, my steps halt.He’s there.Leaning against my car like he owns the damn thing.Knoxx.Of course.My first instinct isn’t shock—it’s irritation. Because this is so like him. Invasive. Entitled. He still acts like the world hasn’t moved on from him.“Are you stalking me now?” I snap, voice sharp and tired.His head lifts at the sound of my voice, and he straightens with that insufferable smirk on his face. The one he used to wear whenever he got away with something.God, I used to fall for that? I must’ve been truly blind.“You act like I’m not allowed to be here,” he say
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Caroline’s POVThe room is full of eyes.It’s supposed to be a press conference for the unveiling of Wayne Corp’s new charity initiative—a last-ditch effort to fix their public image after weeks of bad PR. A crowd of reporters, employees, and stakeholders have filled the space, some with notepads, others with phones raised, waiting for their headline.I didn’t come to be polite. I didn’t come to play fair.I came for this moment.I stand off to the side, near the back, watching the stage with my arms crossed. I wasn’t invited, obviously. But I didn’t need an invitation. I have something better. Truth.Up front, Dolly Reid takes the microphone.She looks immaculate. Curled hair, fake lashes, flawless skin. Her bump is bigger now, and she places a dramatic hand on it like she’s the Virgin Mary preparing for martyrdom.I know that look. She’s about to cry.“B
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Caroline’s Point of ViewIt’s almost midnight by the time I step outside.The air is cold, but I welcome it. After the day I’ve had—the press conference, Dolly’s performance, the recording—I need a second to breathe. My head’s still buzzing from the adrenaline. My hand still feels tight around the phone, even though I put it away hours ago.I step into the empty parking lot behind the building. Adrian’s inside talking with the last few reporters. I told him I needed a moment alone.Now I’m regretting that.I hear the sound before I see him. Shoes scraping against pavement. Heavy steps.I turn slowly.Knoxx.He’s standing just a few feet away, in the shadows near a lamppost, his hands in his coat pockets. His tie is loose, jacket wrinkled. There’s something off in his posture—tense, like a man clinging to what little pride he has left.“You wait
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Caroline’s Point of ViewBy the time I make it to the office, my head’s still spinning from last night.I didn’t expect to sleep well, and I didn’t. Not because of Knoxx—he’s finally out of my system—but because of everything I said, everything I finally let go of. There’s a strange kind of peace in knowing you’ve drawn a line and meant it.It still feels new.I’m halfway through sorting orders when I hear the click of shoes approaching. I look up just in time to see Alessandro leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, grin already tugging at his mouth.“There she is,” he says. “La mia bella designer.”I raise a brow. “It’s nine in the morning.”He shrugs. “Beauty deserves a greeting, even at ungodly hours.”I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Do you ever turn it off?”He steps inside, the
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe wine goes down smoother than I expect.It’s the third glass, maybe the fourth—I’ve stopped counting. I know I shouldn’t drink this much on a weekday, especially after such a long meeting, but the private dinner room is warm, the lighting is soft, and Adrian’s sitting across from me in a dark dress shirt with the top two buttons undone like he doesn’t know what it’s doing to me.He probably does. He’s too aware of everything.The restaurant is quiet now. Our supplier left an hour ago, and somehow we’re still here, lingering over half-empty glasses and the remnants of dessert. I should get up. I should say goodnight, thank him for being the calm, professional man he always is. But I don’t. I just keep looking at him.And he keeps looking right back.I set my glass down. My fingers brush against the stem a second too long."You always look like
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe shop is unusually quiet this morning.No tinkling bell from customers entering. No chatter from Penelope rearranging the displays. Just the soft whirr of the heater and the gentle clinks of tools on glass.My eyes aren’t on the silver chain I’ve been trying to polish for the last thirty minutes. They’re not even on the sketchpad beside me, where a new pendant design waits to be finished.They’re on him.Adrian.He’s sitting at the far end of the worktable, inspecting a few invoices I’d asked for help with—focused, calm, and... completely unaffected.He flips through the pages like it’s the most natural thing in the world, brows slightly furrowed, lips pressed into a firm line. His jaw flexes every time something catches his attention. I know that look. I’ve seen it before. But today—today it’s different.He hasn’t looked a
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Caroline’s 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. I’ve played this moment in my head all night—how I’d hand over the truth, how I’d finally clear my name.“This is it,” I say, voice low but steady. “Everything she confessed. It’s all there.”Detective Ramirez picks up the drive, giving me a long, assessing look. “You’re sure she wasn’t coerced? No threats?”I meet his gaze. “She talked on her own. I just listened.”He 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.“She admitted to the theft of your designs, the drugging incident, and the incident involving the late Mr. Wayne?” he asks.“Yes,” I say. “She confessed to all of it. She also named someone else. A man. I don’t know his fu
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe door clicks open, and for a moment, I can’t breathe.The surgeon steps inside, still wearing his scrubs. His gloves are off, and his face is tight, but it’s not the kind of tight that screams bad news. It’s calm. Measured.I shoot to my feet.“Is he—?” I choke on the rest of the sentence. My legs feel shaky. I grip the back of the plastic chair for balance.“He’s alive,” the doctor says.I drop into the chair.Alive.My vision blurs, and I don’t realize I’m crying until I taste salt. I cover my mouth, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Alive.“He lost a lot of blood,” the doctor continues, his tone clinical, but kind. “The stab wound punctured a lung, but we were able to stop the bleeding. He’s stable now. He’ll need rest. Weeks of it. But he’s going to recover.”I nod furiously, even though I can barely hear him over the pounding in my chest.“Can I see him?”He nods. “We’ll move him to recovery in a few minutes. He’s still unconscious, but
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe world feels like it’s moving in slow motion. The fear in my chest, the frantic beat of my heart, it’s all consuming, but nothing hits harder than the weight of the doctor’s words.“Ma’am, you can’t sign. You’re not family.”I blink, struggling to grasp the meaning. Not family? I’m not family. The thought catches in my throat. I don’t have the right to make decisions. Not for Adrian. Not in this moment when it matters the most.I try to speak, my voice weak and trembling. “But... I—” My words break off, choked by the panic rising in my chest. I need to help him. But without permission, there’s nothing I can do.The doctor’s gaze softens slightly, his eyes full of pity. “I’m sorry, but we need someone with legal authority to make this call.”The cold, sterile air of the room presses down on me, suffocat
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Caroline’s Point of ViewI don’t remember how I got to the hospital. The world outside is a blur, spinning too fast, but all I can think about is Adrian, still lying in that stretcher.My hands are trembling, so badly I can barely grip the sides of the ambulance. My mind is clouded with panic, with the image of his pale face, the blood staining his shirt, and his faint smile before he passed out.Don’t leave me, Adrian. The thought keeps repeating in my head, like a chant I can’t escape from.I try to steady myself, to breathe. “Adrian, please…” I whisper under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. “Stay with me.”The ambulance doors slam open, and everything happens so fast. They’re pulling him out of the back, and I scramble out of the vehicle, not caring about anything but getting to him.I try to follow, but a nurse blocks my way, holding up a hand. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we can’t let you in right now.”“I have to be with him,” I plead, my voice cracking, tears already t
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Caroline’s Point of ViewI don’t know how long I’ve been in here.The cold, stale air presses against my skin. It clings to me like a second layer, suffocating and oppressive. My mouth is dry again, and the back of my throat feels like I’ve swallowed sandpaper. My wrists are sore from the ropes, and my shoulders are tense, locked in place. My mind races through a thousand thoughts, but nothing settles long enough to make sense.Please, God. Please let Adrian find me.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the noise of the warehouse, the eerily quiet space that feels like a tomb. The only thing that keeps me grounded is the tiny device in my hand, the recording still running—everything Dolly’s said, everything she’s done, all captured in that one small, hidden gadget. It’s not enough to calm my nerves, though. What good is it if I die here?A part of me doesn’t want to think about that. I don’t want to imagine that this could be it.Then—A sound—a bang.I jerk upright in the chai
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe air is damp and cold. My skin sticks to the back of the chair I’m tied to, my wrists aching where the ropes cut into them. There’s a dull throb at the base of my skull—probably from being knocked out—but it’s nothing compared to the twist of fear in my chest.I don’t know how long I’ve been here. There are no windows in the warehouse, just faint light from a single flickering bulb above me. I keep waiting for someone to come in. Waiting for anything—another voice, footsteps, even a cough.But it’s been hours. Or maybe minutes. I can’t tell anymore.I test the ropes again. They’re tight. No give. My ankles are bound too, and the chair creaks every time I shift.Liam.The thought of my son rushes in like a knife. What if I never see him again? What if he wakes up tomorrow and I’m not there? What if no one tells him what happened? What if he grows up thinking I abandoned him?I breathe through my nose, trying to stay calm. If I break down now, I won’t think s
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Adrian’s Point of ViewI can’t feel my legs as I stand in the middle of Caroline’s bedroom, staring at the chaos left behind. Her phone is still on the floor, screen cracked. Her scent lingers faintly in the air. Lavender and something sweet. Her wine glass is still in the sink. The blankets are twisted, half hanging off the bed. The small signs that she was just here. Alive. Safe. Real.And now she’s gone.I report her missing to the police. My voice shakes, but I keep it together long enough to give them every detail I know. They dispatch officers and promise to send someone over right away. I don’t wait for them to show. I head back to the living room and pace. My phone buzzes with notifications—calls I made, texts I sent, all unanswered.I call Penelope.She picks up, groggy. “Adrian? What’s wrong?”“Is Liam with you?”“Yes, of course. He’s asleep. Why?”“Don’t let him out of your sight,” I say tightly. “Caroline’s gone. Someone took her.”Penelope gasps. “What? Are you sure—”“I
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the night. The curtains shift gently with the breeze slipping through the slightly cracked window. I’m curled under my blanket, drowsy but content. My cheeks are still warm from the wine Adrian and I shared earlier. He walked me home, held my hand the whole way. When I tried to pull him into something more, he kissed my forehead instead and told me I deserved more.God. The man is too kind. Too patient.I roll over and glance at the clock. 1:47 a.m.I should sleep, but my heart’s still fluttering from that soft look in his eyes when he said goodbye. The way his thumb brushed my knuckles. The way he hesitated before walking away, like he didn’t want to.And then—A sound. A soft creak.I freeze.At first, I think I imagined it. But then it comes again. Louder this time.The floor marbles in the hallway. I know that sound.My entire body goes rigid. I sit up slowly, heart racing so loud it drowns out everything else.
