All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe sunlight streams through the windows of the living room as I sip my tea, savoring the fleeting calmness. It’s the kind of peace that feels too fragile to last, especially after everything we’ve been through.But then I hear the sound of heels clacking against the floor, loud and intrusive. My brows knit together as I set my cup down. The front door opens, and a familiar figure steps inside like she owns the place. Dolly. Again.I rise from the couch, my heart thudding with irritation. “What are you doing here?” My voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.Dolly pauses, a fake smile plastered across her face as she adjusts her designer bag on her shoulder. Her hand rests lightly on her stomach, the calculated gesture meant to draw attention to her pregnancy.“Good morning, Caroline,” she says, her tone dripping with saccharine sweetness. “Didn’t Knoxx tell you? I’ll be staying here for a while.”My jaw tightens. “He most certainly did not. And w

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe evening air in the room feels heavy, suffocating almost, as I lie on the bed, my back turned to the door. The dim light from the bedside lamp casts long shadows on the wall, and I focus on the faint patterns, trying to block out the turmoil in my mind. Dolly’s smug face, her incessant need to dig into our past, still plays in my head like a taunting melody.Knoxx’s muffled footsteps outside the door grow louder. My heart clenches when I hear the knob turn, but I’m determined not to let him know how much I’m stewing over the events of the day. I close my eyes, pretending to sleep, my breaths slow and even.The door clicks shut behind him, and his presence fills the room. Even without looking, I can feel his eyes on me, assessing, calculating. The bed dips slightly under his weight as he sits beside me. The silence between us is palpable, broken only by the faint rustle of his shirt as he shifts.“Caroline,” he murmurs, his voice soft but insistent.I don’t

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe cool evening air prickles against my skin as I take in the sight before me. Adrian and Knoxx, two men who couldn’t be more different, yet here they are, standing side by side, waiting for me. Their presence is magnetic, drawing the attention of every passerby.Adrian leans against his sleek black car, exuding effortless confidence. His tailored suit fits him like a glove, and the bouquet of vibrant lilies in his hand seems to be an extension of his polished demeanor. His smile is relaxed, as though he doesn’t have a care in the world.Knoxx, on the other hand, is the embodiment of barely-contained tension. He stands stiffly by his silver car, his dark suit crisp and sharp, his bouquet of white roses clutched tightly in one hand. His intense gaze locks onto mine, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.A small crowd has gathered, whispering and pointing. It’s not every day you see two devastatingly handsome men, each with a luxury car and a bouquet, vy

The soft buzz of notifications on my phone feels almost surreal. Each chime brings a new order, a new message, or another follower on our studio’s Instagram page. I sit at my desk in the corner of the studio, my laptop open to a sea of congratulatory emails and order confirmations. The energy in the room is electric, buzzing with the excitement of a thriving business.“Caroline, you have to see this!” Lisa exclaims, practically running over to my desk. She’s holding her phone, her grin so wide it’s infectious. “Another celebrity just posted about your designs! Look!”She thrusts her phone into my hands, and there it is: a photo of a stunning actress wearing one of my necklaces, the caption praising the craftsmanship and uniqueness. The comments section is exploding with admiration and inquiries about where to buy it.“This is amazing,” I whisper, feeling a rush of pride and disbelief.Lisa nods vigorously, her excitement matching my own. “Amazing? Caroline, this is huge! Do you realiz

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe soft light of the afternoon spills through the window, warming the room as Knoxx’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.“I want to make it up to you,” he says, standing a few feet away, his hands tucked into his pockets.I raise an eyebrow, skeptical but answer with cold tone, “Make up for what?”Knoxx sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “For being an idiot. For buying her that gift without considering your feeling… after I promise I won’t do things that will hurt you,” he says, his tone lighter but still earnest. “I’ve been terrible at keeping promises, Caroline, especially when it comes to spending time with you. Let me take you on a proper date.”A proper date. The words hit me with a mix of excitement and disbelief. A part of me wants to scoff at the idea—after all, how many times has he said something similar, only to leave me waiting? But another part of me, the one that still hopes, stirs with anticipation.“Are you serious?” I ask cautiously, narrowin