Divorced By The Billionaire: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 8

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crisp and smelled of pine, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in Aria's s

terrace, overlooking a tranquil garden. She looked like the

a warm, practiced smile. "I've ordered us some calm

en, placed two steaming, iden

gesture was a little too deliberate, her

s of deception and betrayal, was analyzing every detail. The iden

armth. "Thank you, Isabelle. That's very thoughtful. But I'm actually f

?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm. "Could I possibly get a f

n of a second. A flicker of annoyance in

pologized, and quickly took the

trap. Her suspicion, which had felt like paranoia

ly chat. She spoke of her long history with Julian, dropping details from

a light, tinkling laugh. "Everyone in our circle knew

her love story as a business contract. Aria listened, her expression placid, refusing to

a fresh, steaming cup o

he cup herself with a gracious smile. "Here

, her thumb brushed the rim. It was a tiny,

nnings," she said, her eyes glittering wi

as a temporary wife-was breathtaking. It hollowed her out. To hide the tremor in her hand,

sharp and hot, mask

low, triumphant smile spread across her face. It

phisticated trap. The conversation was o

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“For three years, Aria Beaumont lived as a ghost, sacrificing her identity as a bestselling author to be the secret wife of billionaire Julian Vanderbilt. On their third anniversary, instead of a celebration, Julian handed her a cold, legal document. "I want to end our marriage. I am in love with someone else." He was leaving her for Isabelle Vance, Hollywood's reigning sweetheart. Aria didn't beg or cry. She signed the divorce papers, threw her platinum wedding band into a koi pond, and walked away to rebuild her life. But her quiet surrender wasn't enough for the new couple. Isabelle orchestrated a paparazzi ambush, lured Aria to a secluded resort under the guise of a peace offering, and drugged her tea. As the heavy sedative pulled Aria under, Isabelle smiled and let two hired thugs into the room. She planned to film a sordid, drug-fueled assault to utterly destroy Aria's reputation and frame her as an unstable ex-wife. Fighting through the haze, Aria slashed her way out with a shard of broken glass and barely escaped with her life. Waking up in a sterile hospital bed, Aria was consumed by a chilling confusion. She had given up the marriage without a single fight. Why were they still trying to push her to the brink of death? Before she could process the trauma, her cousin rushed into the room with a pale face. "Aria, no one has heard from your brother in forty-eight hours. He's missing." The divorce wasn't just a betrayal. It was a calculated hunt, and Aria was finally ready to strike back.”