Divorce by Mistake: A Billionaire's Desperate Second Chance

Someone was coming near me, but when he saw Max he turned and went back.

I had no desire to attend.

Max was next to the tall window in the penthouse, holding his phone in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

For the last twenty minutes, he had been walking back and forth, giving instructions to someone about where people should sit and how to ensure safety.

He said Lila. Without looking up this event is not open to discussion. "You will attend."

I gnashed my teeth, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter. "I have not been in the spotlight for months, Max." Are you aware of the types of questions that individuals will inquire about? Why are you involving me in this?

"They have to witness our presence," he explained, turning towards me with a composed and calm demeanor. United.

The investors desire stability, and there is nothing more stable than the ideal couple. Lila, it's essential. He said. While running his hand on his hair.

The words sting like a physical blow to me. I desired to shout at him, to emphasize that we were nowhere near flawless. However, I stayed put with my arms crossed.

"I am not a mere object, Max."

"I decline," he stated, moving nearer, his tone becoming gentler. "You are the cause of all of this functioning."

I despised the way those words impacted me, causing my anger to waver and pause.

The company decided to cut costs by reducing the number of employees.

The following days were a whirlwind of getting ready. Dresses were sent up to the top floor, with stylists and public relations representatives filling the area like bees.

Max remained confined in his office, examining the final details of the event.

However, I saw him appear differently now. He was nervous and unfocused.

I caught him looking at his phone with a dark and unreadable expression when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

And thereafter, the document appeared.

I rediscovered it, this time concealed inside the safe in the guest bedroom. I wasn't pleased with accessing it, but my curiosity had escalated to desperation.

The document was no longer focused on me; now it was centered on Evelyn.

More pictures and more written notes were found, all written in Max's handwriting.

However, what gave me goosebumps was a map. A crimson X indicated a spot amid emptiness.

Beside it, written in Max's script, were the words: "She is aware."

The girl ran quickly down the street to catch the bus, but it had already left without her.

The event's night came sooner than I thought it would. I stood before the mirror wearing a stylish black dress, my hair styled in an overly formal and unfamiliar manner.

Max came up behind me, arranging his tie. He appeared sleek, refined, just as much of a businessman as the world anticipated.

"Your beauty is captivating," he murmured.

I chose not to reply. Instead, I made eye contact with him through the mirror. "Is this truly focused on the investors, or is there a hidden agenda you're withholding from me?"

He forced a smile despite his tightened jaw, displaying that charismatic grin. "You are overly concerned."

"I replied, facing him, "That response does not suffice."

Before he could respond, he was interrupted by his buzzing phone. He quickly looked at it, his face changing suddenly.

"We have to leave," he said suddenly, putting the phone in his pocket.

As I turned the cat, caught my attention while chasing the mouse around the house until it finally caught it.

The ballroom in the hotel was filled with shining lights and fancy suits.

Max's name was prominently displayed on banners, brochures, and champagne bottles.

The investors were enthusiastically accepting it, exchanging handshakes and giving congratulations.

I remained next to him, grinning when necessary, and nodding at the appropriate times. However, throughout the experience, I had the sensation of suffocating.

Max, conversely, was thriving. He smoothly navigated the room, showcasing his full charm.

My observation about him made it simple to overlook the man who had almost destroyed our lives with his hidden truths.

Then, he came into view before me.

The individual from the charity function, who had been trailing me, was positioned by the bar, with his gaze locked on me.

I became motionless, grabbing onto Max's arm tightly. "I whispered that he had arrived."

Max looked in the same direction as me, his facial expression becoming more stern. Remain near me.

He dragged me to the middle of the room before I could even protest.

However, the man remained still, his gaze tracking us like a predator monitoring its target.

The vehicle was zooming along the highway at a fast pace.

The initial surprise occurred during Max's presentation.

While he stood at the podium expressing gratitude to the investors for their support, the lights flickered.

It was hardly discernible, yet it caused a ripple of discomfort in the room.

As Max kept talking, a lady walked into the ballroom.

I experienced a feeling of sinking in my stomach. Evelyn was the responsible one.

She appeared changed — her vibrant red hair now a subdued auburn, her body rigid and anxious.

However, she was unmistakable.

Max also caught sight of her. He hesitated briefly before composing himself again.

However, he clasped the podium tightly, his knuckles turning white.

I took a step back, my thoughts moving quickly. Why was she present in this place? What made her aware of the event?

Evelyn refrained from approaching him. Instead, she headed towards the bar, her gaze sweeping across the room as if searching for another person.

The blue car drove swiftly down the highway, passing several trucks along the way.

The second turn of events occurred when I pursued her.

I'm not sure what I was thinking when I abandoned Max and slipped away unnoticed in the crowd.

However, there was a sense of danger in her presence that I couldn't overlook.

As I approached her in the lobby, she turned to face me, her expression blank.

"She addressed me as 'Lila' as if we were old friends."

"How do you know my name?" I kept on insisting.

She had a slight smile on her face. There is much about Max that you do not know about. "Regarding our team."

"Are they talking about us?" Once more, I uttered, sensing my stomach tense up.

"Has he not told you?" she inquired, tilting her head. Continuously ensuring privacy. Always trying to control the narrative, and maintain gentleness.

Can you tell me who you are? "I asked, my voice quivering with dread."

Before getting her answer, somebody grabbed my arm.

It was Max who did it.

He used a stern and authoritative tone when instructing Evelyn to keep her distance.

Evelyn displayed no indication of being afraid. Max, it's only a matter of time. You will not be able to protect her forever.

The boy was ecstatic upon finally getting the new toy he had desired for a while.

The third unexpected event happened when we arrived back in the ballroom.

The lights flickered again, but this time, they stayed turned off. The room was darkened, causing the crowd's murmurs to turn into frantic whispers.

"Everyone stay calm," Max directed, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Nevertheless, a loud, scream echoed around the room.

When the emergency lights turned on, I witnessed the aftermath of a loud crash.

The man who was following me at the bar is now unconscious on the floor, with blood pooling around his head.

Evelyn had gone missing.