All Chapters of Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GENERAL POVThe day had gone completely dark by the time Michael and Owen got into their respective cars. They waited inside for James to stagger back into his car and drive out before they followed him. Michael was particularly angrier, he kept his hands on his steering wheel murmuring to himself, his chest heaving upwards and downwards while his mind bubbled with thoughts of what he might do when he finally caught up with James. Owen, though quieter in his car, was no less resolved, his gaze fixed intently on the taillights ahead.Soon, James started his car, and afterward, the two friends followed.The trace led them through connecting streets, past neon-lit storefronts, and busy sidewalks until they arrived at a club on the edge of town. It was so much darker now than when they first left.The only source of light in the area was from the flashing neon, signs that adorned the club’s entrance, casting an artificial hue over everything.James had since parked and entered the noi

THIRD POVMichael and Owen made their way back to the club's main hall.Their look now was a big contrast to how they had entered earlier.They had totally emerged as whole new creatures."I can’t believe it man. This really changes everything," Michael had said, his voice still sounding doubtful in a way.Owen leaned back in his chair and shot Michael a playful smirk. "See? The way is clear for you now. I’d start calling you ‘brother-in-law from tonight." He teased, raising his palm in a mock salute.Michael laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "How is this even possible?”As they continued their banter, Owen’s eyes darted around the room, half-heartedly looking around for any trace of James.There was no sign of him; he must have hurried home since then. The crowd was even thicker now, and the music thundered through the club, making it impossible to hear anything except the beat. Suddenly, Michael felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, the sensation jolting him forward.

ISABELLA'S POVI could still hear the loud breathing of my colleagues; they appeared to be louder now than normal.Judge Jonathan was slipping away from us, and we were running out of options, out of time.I dimmed my eyes, remembering the words of my favorite professor in my third year, Professor Raghav. He was Indian.He always had a way of seeing beyond the immediate problem—a way of finding the thread that connected everything. As I struggled to keep my composure, one of his popular quotes during our ward rounds hit me with a force triggering the light of insight."When you’ve eliminated everything you can see, start looking for the inviscible. Because danger is always a friend of the shadows."Those words struck me with new clarity. We were focused on what we could measure—what was right in front of us. But what if the real problem was something we hadn’t even considered? Something squatting in the background, eating up the patient in a way that wasn’t immediately obvious?“

MICHAEL'S POVAs my car sped through busy city roads, I couldn’t help but keep replaying my last conversation with Isabella.The sound of her laughter was still echoing in my head, and the taste of her supple cheeks was still fresh on my lips.Just a few months ago, when she was still a married woman, I would never have guessed that this would happen so fast, even though I claimed to be patient.For the most part, since I’ve known her, she has always been out of my reach; I had been condemned to only seeing her in my dreams and daylight fantasies.Now, Isabella and I were something a little bit more than friends; I made lunch for her, and technically, we had kissed—I mean, a kiss on the cheek was still a win. I let out an excited laugh for no reason.I felt light, almost giddy.Even the controlled revving of the other cars in front and beside me seemed to dance to the rhythm of my joy.Is this really happening? I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the rearview mirror, noticing the

General POVDr. Langston was sitting at the head of an imposing walnut table in the Rutherford Club’s opulent boardroom.The boardroom was an exclusive space usually meant for the VIP patrons of the club.From the very high ceilings to the elegant moldings that seemed to stretch into infinity.Langston had taken a leave from his duties at the hospital that day, claiming he was recovering from a minor ailment he described as sudden headaches. This convenient excuse allowed him to orchestrate this discreet meeting without raising suspicion.He had invited each of the guests under the pretense of an important revelation and to discuss some “urgent matters” according to the text messages he forwarded to them.As the guests settled in, one after the next, the atmosphere changed into one of calm curiosity. Some of the attendees were Harold Kensington, a seasoned investor; Marianne Sinclair, a philanthropist known for her influence in the healthcare sector;Victor Carmichael, a business m