All Chapters of After Divorce, The Heiress Decides to Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

NOLANI was sprawled on Jake’s couch, the uncomfortable springs digging into my back. The fight with Chloe had left me exhausted and hollowed out. Jake and Angela had been kind enough to offer a place for the night after the hellish argument, and I was grateful, even if I didn’t show it. The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching long across the walls, mirroring the turmoil inside me. Angela was sitting across from me in the dimly lit living room, a warm glow from the lamp casting a soft light on her face. She looked calm, her eyes reflecting a quiet sadness. I had just learned that Jake and Angela were together. I was processing that, trying to make sense of it when I shifted the conversation to something far more unsettling—Alanna.“Angela,” I began, my voice rough and uncertain, “can we talk about Alanna? I need to understand what really happened. What did she go through after we separated?”Angela hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on her sweater. “It’s not a pl

ALANNA“Family is a prison where the bars are made of blood and guilt.”I stared at the phone, my father’s name flashing on the screen. My gut twisted, a knot of resentment and old wounds that never seemed to heal. I hesitated before answering, but his voice, insistent and commanding, brooked no argument.“Alanna, we need to talk. It’s important.”I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me. I looked over at Angela, who was sitting across from me with a worried frown.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Angela’s voice was calm but filled with concern. “The last time you saw him, he took a lot from you. Do you really want to put yourself through that again?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I know, Angela. But he’s still my father. I can’t just ignore him, no matter what happened before.”Angela gave me a long, thoughtful look before nodding reluctantly. “Alright, but be careful. You know he’s good at manipulating.”I promised her I’d be cautious and left for the

ALANNA“Sometimes, the stars align perfectly, and you find yourself living a dream you never thought possible.”Sitting across from Seraphina, the vogue Lady , felt surreal. Her elegant office, filled with iconic fashion photographs and luxurious fabrics, was a testament to her impeccable taste and influence in the industry. As she sipped her tea, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. This was an opportunity I'd dreamt of for years, and now it was finally within reach."Alanna," Seraphina began, her voice smooth and authoritative, "I've been following your work for a while now, especially after your fashion show. Your eye for design and your unique perspective are exactly what this industry needs."I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. Praise from someone like Seraphina was rare and incredibly valuable. "Thank you, Seraphina. That means a lot coming from you. I've always admired your work and the way you've shaped *Vogue* into what it is today."She smiled, a knowing g

NOLAN"Betrayal comes in waves, crashing over us when we least expect it, leaving us gasping for breath in its wake."I know Alanna is no saint, I mean the woman got to the top by trampling on competitors who stood tall for years and she made them into nothing but that wasn't enough to want her dead. Now the question that lingers in my heart was. Who hates her that much to want her dead?I sat in the hospital room, watching Alanna stir awake, I couldn't shake the gnawing question in my mind: Who could hate her enough to want her dead? The thought alone made my blood boil. Alanna was the kind of person who deserved happiness, not someone to be targeted like this. My jaw tightened as I remembered the police officer's words about the brake lines being cut. It was a deliberate act, a cold-blooded attempt to end her life. The idea that someone out there harbored such malice towards her was both infuriating and terrifying.Alanna’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a tired bu

NOLAN"Sometimes, the truth is buried so deep that even the light of a thousand stars can't reach it."This was it. The final straw. There was no coming back from this. I stumbled down the stairs, the weight of the moment pressed down on me like a vise. Everything I thought I knew, every piece of my life, was crumbling around me. The betrayal, the lies, the sheer audacity of what I'd just seen—it all hit me like a punch to the gut. My marriage, my sanity, my very sense of self—it was all slipping through my fingers, and I had no idea what to do next.“Nolan,” Brad’s voice cut through the fog, and before I knew it, his hand was on my shoulder, gripping me with a force that only fueled the fire inside me. My fist clenched, the anger and betrayal boiling over. I was going to kill him.Without a second thought, I turned and punched him square in the face. The impact sent a shockwave up my arm, and the expression on his face was priceless—shock, pain, anger. But I didn't care. He deserved i