Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Kabanata 311 - Kabanata 320

Carly's face flushed from red to crimson with fury as Blake's words sank in. In the hour they'd been negotiating, she'd realized he only wanted everything finished—that Blake wanted the divorce just to be rid of her. And she had been counting on that, not just to squeeze money from what little he had left, but also to make sure he couldn't ever touch hers. Between them lay the divorce agreement, with a fifty-fifty split of assets that Blake would have accepted just to escape the marriage. Right beside it was something even more important to Carly: a simple-looking document she craved most of all, a signed admission that he had been unfaithful during the marriage. But the moment he answered that call, she saw his expression change completely, even to the point of smiling as he hung up. "Excuse me? What did you just say?" she growled through clenched teeth as she stood. Blake stepped closer, determination etched on his face. "I said we'll see each other in court," he repeated. "S

The courtroom was packed. Sunlight filtered through the windows in hazy beams, making the atmosphere stifling, as if the air itself were heavy with smoke and expectation. It couldn't be otherwise—Westcliff's high society hadn't witnessed such a spectacle in years, not since the scandal at the Country Club's grand opening. There was no way they would miss the subsequent divorce of two of its most distinguished families. Blake and Charlotte walked side by side as if heading into battle. The whispers around them swirled like crows circling carrion, but Charlotte relished it. Everyone was here for the same reason: to watch someone fall—whether it was her or Carly didn't matter to them. The only thing that made her pause was the figure standing in a corner of the courtroom. She didn't hesitate to approach. "Lawrence… are you sure you want to see this?" she asked softly. The last thing she wanted was to wound the man who had protected her when she needed it most. "I've waited seven y

Carly stormed up to the stand like a hurricane on the verge of breaking loose. Every step echoed with fury, her face twisted in indignation and disdain. The audience, which had stayed hushed through most of the trial, now hummed with a tense electricity. Everyone knew something big was about to unfold. From her seat among the public rows, Charlotte caught sight of her parents six or seven benches back. Seated apart. The sight filled her with a dark satisfaction. They had been selfish and cruel to her, and now, as always, people reaped what they sowed. Lawrence had been clever enough to plant the seed of betrayal between them, and Carly didn't need to lift a finger. Sooner or later, they would tear each other apart—especially once money came into play. But that reckoning could wait. The one with Carly could not. For an instant, Charlotte studied her sister and almost laughed. Carly still thought she could claw her way out of this. She couldn't have been more wrong. No matter how c

The silence in the courtroom was so thick, it felt like no one even dared to breathe. Every eye was on Carly, waiting for her reaction after watching that devastating video. Whispers began to stir, growing louder as people leaned in to murmur to each other in shock and disgust. Carly's lawyer shot up from his seat, trying desperately to keep it together. "Objection, Your Honor!" he shouted, almost frantic. "This video was recorded without my client's consent! It violates her right to privacy!" Letterman, cool as ever, turned toward him without losing an ounce of his composure. "Then that's something Mr. Rory Blackwell can take up in a separate case. The cameras were installed in his home. He's the one who violated her privacy. And we'd be more than happy to support her in suing him for every penny he's got," he replied with a casual smile. "Don't play dumb, Letterman!" Carly's lawyer barked, completely losing his patience. "You know damn well I'm talking about the video being

Carly was fuming. She'd barely made it out of the courthouse before the rage swallowed her whole. She couldn't believe what had just happened in that room. How the hell had everything flipped on her like that?! And most of all, how in God's name had that bastard Letterman discovered her Swiss account? As if fate had one last slap in store, her parents joined her outside the courthouse—or rather, her mother did, because Conrad Pierce looked like he was about to explode. "I can't believe this!" he raged. "I can't believe you just lost half of my mother's fortune!" he shouted, though clearly, that wasn't the only thing eating at him. "Fix it, Carly! Fix it, or so help me God, you're going to have a problem with me!" He stormed off, red with fury, and her mother turned to her, trying to soothe the fallout. "Don't listen to him, he's just frustrated." "Oh, of course," Carly spat. "Because if I really am Dalton's daughter, like you keep insisting, then that means he handed do