All Chapters of Billionaire's Revenge: The Ex wife's rise: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jane's POVI'd not set foot in my childhood house in nearly a decade…since I'd fled with the shattered remnants of my past still attached to me. But today, with concern over fresh secrets looming over me, I couldn't stay away any longer. The old house loomed on the outskirts of town like a relic of life I had known, peeling paint and overgrown garden the bitter reminder of lost innocence. I drove my car beneath the gnarled oak tree, branch arms outstretched like skeletal fingers, and inhaled. This was not a journey of nostalgic travel for the sake of it—it was a desperate quest for clues, trinkets that could possibly hold the seeds of what my mother actually meant with her secret messages and rot that had infested my family.The old house was half-empty, but I could sense the lingering outlines of laughter and the stolen secrets once circulating through its halls. I smiled, opened the squeaky front door, and was met by a blast of musty air and the scent of lavender, a scent with which

Chapter 23 Nate's POVI sat in my small office, staring at my computer screen. The lights were out, and all that lit the room was the blue light of my monitors. I opened a spreadsheet of figures and growled to myself, "Something is not right here with these figures."I picked up the phone and called Jerry."Jerry, it's Nate. I want you to take a look at these accounts again," I told him."Okay, Nate. What am I looking at?" he answered."Check out this series of transactions. They're not big money, but they're happening and they're happening. The timing is on the date of the accident. They're to off-shore accounts."There was a moment of silence. "Sounds suspicious," Jerry answered. "I'll check into it more closely."I rocked back in my chair. "I think Zack used shell companies. I'm researching names of beneficiaries that do not appear on any of our records. I need proof."I was in mid-sentence when Sam came into the room. "Hi, Nate. You're daydreaming. What's wrong?"I rolled towards

Jane's POVI was crammed into a small meeting room with Detective Harris and Nate. The atmosphere was heavy, and my heart pounded. Detective Harris dropped a thick report on the table and gave me a stern look."Jane," he began in his soft, low voice, "I have reviewed all the evidence that night. I can now safely say:The accident was not an accident."I could see my hands shaking. "What do you mean, Detective? Explain."Detective Harris reached up and adjusted his glasses. "We learned a lot of things that didn't add up. The video from the dashcam was erased. The records show someone logged in remotely. We also learned the police report had been tampered with. It is clear that someone went out of their way to delete important evidence."Nate bent forward. "So someone erased the video? Who would erase it?"The detective groaned. "It wasn't a technical glitch. It was done on purpose. The machine was accessed remotely, and the files were erased by someone who had remote access. The way the

Jane's POV I was in my office when my secure phone beeped with a text. It was short: "Meet me tonight. I have something for you. – Insider." My heart was pounding as I read it. I knew this was likely a huge tip. I called Nate on my phone. "Hi, Nate, I just got a message from an insider. They would like to meet tonight," I told him. Nate replied, "Are you sure it is safe? Who is it?" I replied, "I don't know the name. It just says 'Insider.' But I think we have to hear what they have to say. I'll be cautious." "Okay, Jane. Keep your phone on and call me in. I'll be waiting," Nate directed. I hung up and sat there, trying to quiet my nerves. I knew that leaked information would be dangerous, but also would be worth it. I packed up and went home. I drove slowly, trying to fit in. The meeting spot was a small, nondescript café near an old warehouse district. I arrived just after nightfall and sat in a hidden corner. Within a few minutes, a man wearing a black hat and jacket a

Jane's POV I went to a public fund-raising event held in a community center. It was noisy but cozy, full of representatives of our local community and supporters who had come to witness our cause celebration. I went there to share our campaign for justice and show the masses that the truth would no longer be hidden. I had practiced my speech dozens of times, and I was standing confidently at the podium. My heart, however, was pounding furiously inside my chest, and I knew that my inner struggle was going on behind my calm face. As I was about to begin speaking, my aide Maria came up to me quietly. "Jane, it's in place. The audience is all seated, and the cameras are focused," she said firmly but with a sense of urgency. I smiled and was able to manage a small smile. "Thank you, Maria. I appreciate that you've worked so hard at getting everything ready. Today means a lot to us." She replied, "I believe in you, Jane. We all do. Just tell the truth from your heart.". I approached