All Chapters of From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SOPHIA Victor wasn’t the only one frozen in shock. I sat there, my mouth slightly open, unable to believe what I had just heard. Half. Half of everything he owned. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Just yesterday, Caleb’s contact had told us Victor was trying to bribe the judge. I’d felt sick hearing it. After everything Victor had already done to me, he still wanted to twist things in his favor. He wasn’t done trying to ruin me. Caleb had acted fast. He called another one of his trusted contacts to check. The truth came back clear. Yes, Victor and his people had tried. They offered money. They made promises. But the judge wouldn’t take it. He was a man who couldn’t be bought. And the case was everywhere—on blogs, news, social media. Millions of eyes were watching. The judge wouldn’t risk his name. That made me feel a little better. At least I knew the truth would have a chance. But still… I had only hoped for a small win. I thought maybe the court would cancel the contr

CALEB I laid there, watching Sophia. She was fast asleep beside me, her breathing soft and slow. She looked peaceful—so peaceful it made something twist in my chest. I could still feel the warmth of her body close to mine. I didn’t think it was possible to care about someone the way I cared about her. And tonight, she had surprised me. Sweetly. In a way I didn’t expect. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I thought about it. She had given me a moment I would never forget. Suddenly, her lashes fluttered. She blinked a few times before her sleepy eyes found mine. Then, slowly, a small smile appeared on her face. It was soft. A little shy. But it was the kind of smile that made my heart race. We stared at each other for a while. No words. Just… us. “I liked your surprise,” I whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. She closed her eyes at my touch, and I leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. I was still leaning close when I asked, “Do yo

VICTOR I stormed into the house like a man possessed, kicking the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. My chest was burning, my fists tight, and I could barely breathe from the anger choking me. I grabbed the first thing I saw—a glass vase on the table—and smashed it into the ground. It shattered into a thousand pieces, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. “Victor!” my mother’s voice rang out. She rushed towards me, wide-eyed and worried. “What’s going on? What happened?” I turned to her, my hands shaking. “I lost, Mom,” I spat, pacing the room like a caged animal. “I lost the case. Half of my money is gone. Gone!” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “People are still mocking me, still throwing dirt on my name like I’m some fool who deserves it.” She sighed. “Come on, Victor. It's already in the past. Put it behind....." “She played me!” I roared, slamming my fist into the wall. The sharp sting barely registered through my rage. “Sophia! She tricked me. She tr

SOPHIA I sat with Caleb, listening to the wedding planner as she ran through the details. Flowers. Decorations. Music. The guest list. She spoke about how grand it was going to be. I nodded along, but inside, I was barely holding back the excitement. This was it. My wedding. For the first time in my life, I was going to walk down the aisle, wearing a white dress, and marry a man who loved me just as much as I loved him. No lies. No secrets. Just… love. When we finished the meeting, Caleb took my hand. His fingers laced through mine as we walked out of the building together. The sun was warm on my face, and I felt light. Until the reporters came. They swarmed us so fast I didn’t have time to react. Cameras flashed in my face. Microphones shoved at my mouth. Voices shouting over each other. “Is it true the child you’re carrying belongs to Mr. Caleb Foster?” “Were you cheating on your husband while you were still married to Mr. Sinclair?” “Did you lie to the court just

SOPHIA I was still sitting in the witness box, staring at Caleb when the courtroom door opened and Isabella walked in, her chin held high like she was walking into a fashion show instead of a courtroom. I watched her take slow, deliberate steps toward Victor, her hips swaying with false confidence. She slid into the seat beside him, her hand brushing his arm in a way that made my stomach twist. Victor didn’t even glance at her. He was too busy staring at me. My lawyer, Leonard Parks, cleared his throat softly and drew my attention back to him. “Miss Quinn,” he began, urging me to focus, “is it true that you lied to the court about the father of your baby during your last hearing?” I drew in a deep breath and reminded myself of what we’d rehearsed. His words weren’t an accusation. They were a strategy. I straightened my spine, met his gaze, and answered clearly, “No. I did not lie to the court.” Leonard nodded encouragingly. “Could you clarify that for us?” he asked, tilting