All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe cheers for the third-place winner quiet down to a low buzz mixing with the crowd's chatter and the sound of glasses tapping. The young woman on stage gives a small bow, her face red as she grips her award , afraid it might fall from her hands.I observe her noticing how her eyes jump around and how she keeps moving her feet as if she's still in disbelief about what's happening.She’s young. Maybe early twenties. Her design was good—not groundbreaking, not extraordinary—but there was potential. A lot of potential.A small pang of nostalgia grips me. I remember what it felt like to be her. To be young, to be filled with ambition, to want so badly to make a name for yourself in an industry that only respects experience. I know that hunger. I was that hunger.I exhale slowly, lifting my glass slightly in her direction before taking a sip.“She’s got talent,” I murmur, more to myself than anyone else. “Just needs experience.”Beside me, Penelope hums, tilting h

Caroline's Point of View“The winner of this competition is…”The host stops drawing out the moment until it's ready to snap, building the tension so high that it seems like everyone in the ballroom is holding their breath together. The suspense is heavy, overwhelming, with nervous energy buzzing through the room.I hear clothes rustling as people move in their chairs, glasses tinkling far off, and guests talking to each other. Every person here waits, braces themselves, their eyes glued to the stage.My heart beats so loud it drowns out all other sounds.I grip the delicate stem of my champagne glass with stiff fingers, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. My body stays rigid caught between anticipation and doubt.This is it.This is the moment that changes everything.Across the room, my gaze briefly flickers to Dolly. She remains motionless. Her frame seems tense almost frozen, her polished nails sinking into the tablecloth. Her eyes sharp and vigilant, stay fixed on the ho

Caroline's POVWhat... just happened?The ballroom's atmosphere changes so fast, I feel transported to a different world. Moments ago, everyone watched me. The announcer named me the winner, and applause, cheers, and praise for my work filled the room. But now—now it all slips away taken from me before I can understand it.The whispers start as a tiny ripple, a gentle wave of bewilderment spreads through the crowd. But then—The movement starts.People step back making a space in the room's center, creating an unplanned stage.And there, in the heart of it all—Down on one knee.Kneeling.Her hands shake, but her face shows a gentle planned smile, the image of love. In her hand, a ring sparkles under the bright ballroom lights.And she's offering it—To Knoxx.A nasty churning feeling grips my gut, my heartbeat stopping for a quick still second.What's she up to?But then, I get it.Of course I do.Because she is Dolly.Dolly, the one born to grab the limelight, to snatch what's not h

Caroline’s Point of ViewAdrian walks beside me, holding Liam’s small hand in his own while I grip the other. His fingers squeeze mine gently, a subtle reminder that he’s here, steady as always. Penelope strides ahead of us, her heels clicking against the marble floor in sharp, purposeful steps. I don’t have to ask to know she’s irritated.Her shoulders are rigid, her arms crossed tightly against her chest, her entire body wound up like a coil ready to snap.And I understand why.Tonight was supposed to be my night. A night of celebration, a moment where my hard work paid off and I got to bask in the well-deserved victory. But of course, Dolly had to make sure she was still the center of attention. Even now, I can hear the echoes of the crowd cheering for her engagement—louder, more enthusiastic than their applause for my win.Because that’s just how Dolly operates.If the spotlight isn’t on he

Caroline’s Point of View"Mom?"The word slices through the air, sharp, disbelieving.My entire body goes still.That voice.A voice I know too well. One that used to whisper my name in the dark, one that used to own every part of me. A voice that once had the power to make my heart race with just a single word.But now, it chills me.Slowly, I turn, my fingers tightening around Liam’s smaller hand as if bracing myself for what’s to come.Knoxx stands a few feet away, his expression unreadable—but his eyes, those piercing, calculating eyes, burn with something raw. Something unsettled. Something I don’t want to name.He isn’t looking at me.Not really.His gaze flickers between me and Liam, his brows furrowing, his lips parting slightly, as if struggling to process what he just heard."Why would Adrian’s child call you ‘Mom’?"His voice is rough, almost hoarse, like the question is physically painful to ask.Liam tugs on my hand, shifting slightly beside me, his small fingers curling