All Chapters of Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Valeria's POV Divorce papers.I always knew it would come to this. It’s been a slow, agonizing countdown since the day we got married—when he revealed to me that he only married me for revenge because he believed I was responsible for the accident that killed Isis, the woman he loved. He knew just how much I loved him. I had always loved him, but that didn’t stop him from telling me just how much he hated me. He said this marriage was going to be my punishment—his own special brand of hell.And then he threw me outside.In the middle of the night. Still wearing my wedding gown, barefoot, soaked, crying my eyes out on the pavement while the sky wept with me. He walked right past me the next morning like I was a stranger, like I didn’t exist, while I lay there shivering on the cold tiles outside the mansion—his mansion. I was nothing more than an unwanted stain on his perfect life.Now, here we were, full circle. His lawyer had pushed the thick envelope across the mahogany dining table

Valeria’s POV Isis never made it home that day.Later that evening, I received a call from the police asking to come in for questioning. I was stunned. Confused. But I went.They told me she’d been in a car accident. That the vehicle had skidded off a narrow turn and crashed into a ditch. It caught fire. Isis was declared dead on the scene. The cause? Brake failure.They told me I was the last person to see her alive.My stomach dropped.I answered every question calmly, even though I was shaking inside. I told them we had met to talk, that we’d made peace. I even showed them our café receipt, the timestamp. The security footage confirmed my story. But the whispers started—whispers I was already too familiar with.People already believed I was jealous of her. And now she was dead. Of course they'd think it was me.I don’t know what strings my father pulled, but somehow, I was removed from the list of suspects. Officially.But I knew Luka wouldn’t believe it. And I was right.Word spr

Luka’s POVThe past seven years had been tough. That’s probably the simplest way to put it—tough.But the truth?They had been soul-sucking.It was easier when Valeria was still around—easier to be angry, to lash out, to have a target for all the pain and bitterness churning in my chest. She was always there, her face a constant reminder of everything I’d lost. Every breath she took under my roof had felt like an insult, a reminder of Isis, of betrayal, of murder. I poured my hatred into her like it was the only way I could survive.But eventually… I couldn’t take it anymore.Looking at her every day, breathing the same air, hearing her voice—it got to a point where I didn’t trust myself. I was going to cross a line. A permanent one.So I let her go.I handed her divorce papers, told her I never wanted to see her face again, and kicked her out of my life.I thought it would make me feel better. That once she was gone, I’d finally have peace. But the reality?It didn’t fix anything.Th

Valeria’s POVI barely managed to make it away from Luka.The second I slipped past him and rounded the corner, my chest caved in on itself. I sucked in a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as the heavy doors to the hall came into view. The hum of laughter, the clinking of glasses, the low murmur of a thousand conversations—it all pressed against me like a tidal wave.Hold it together.There were too many people here. Too many cameras, too many judging eyes. I couldn’t be seen crying. Not tonight. Not here.But my body didn’t care about my pride.The tears were already stinging the backs of my eyes, blurring my vision as I stumbled through the crowd, murmuring soft, desperate apologies as I gently pushed past elegant dresses and tailored suits.“Excuse me… sorry… I just… sorry.”I didn’t dare look up. I didn’t want to see if anyone recognized me. I didn’t want to know if someone was already whispering about the runaway humanitarian honoree who couldn’t even keep her composure.I just need