Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex
Chapter 122: The Coup

Chapter 122: The Coup

Liam’s POV

One Week Later...

I stood in my home office, staring down at the copy of the divorce papers I’d finally signed. Each signature felt like a small death, but I’d had no choice. The ultimatum had been clear—sign the papers before the custody hearing, or face even worse consequences.

I’d sent them to Holbrook that morning, along with instructions to deliver them to Diane immediately. At least that particular battle was over, even if I’d lost it completely.

Now I had to face an even bigger war.

I straightened my tie and grabbed my briefcase, checking to make sure the manila envelope was still tucked safely inside. The photographs of Guerrero and Natasha were my only remaining weapon, my last chance to maintain control of Synergy Sphere.

As I headed toward the door, I saw Thomas waiting by the car, along with Anthony in his impeccably fitted suit. I’d decided to bring security to the office today, bringing him alone after the flop of Jackson’s incident. If Guerrero was planning something underhanded, I wanted to be prepared.

Just as I was about to step outside, my phone chimed with an email from Vanessa: "Emergency board meeting today at 10 AM. Called by Mr. Guerrero."

I stopped dead in my tracks, reading the message again to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood.

"What the hell is Guerrero calling a meeting for?" I muttered under my breath. If this was what I thought it was—if he was making his move to take control of my company—he was in for a rude awakening.

The drive to the office was tense, both Anthony and I lost in our own thoughts. When we arrived and the elevator opened to the executive floor, I could see the shock on every staff member’s face as they took in the sight of me with a massive bodyguard in tow.

Even Vanessa’s eyes widened, though she tried to maintain her professional composure as she followed me toward my office, briefing me about the board meeting.

"Some board members are already here," she was saying, "and there’s also—"

I waved her off impatiently. "Fine, fine. I’ll be ready."

I needed a few minutes to collect myself before walking into whatever trap Guerrero had set for me. Anthony took position outside my office as I closed the door behind me, finally alone with my thoughts.

But the solitude only made me more anxious. I found myself pacing back and forth, checking my watch every few seconds. Finally, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I’d go to the boardroom early and see what I was dealing with.

I opened my office door and waved Anthony off. "I need to handle this alone and call him if he is needed," I told him.

As I walked through the lobby toward the boardroom, something made my heart nearly stop beating entirely.

Natasha.

She was sitting in one of the leather chairs by the reception area, her long legs crossed elegantly, wearing a body-hugging black skirt and a green top that showed just enough cleavage to be devastating. A black blazer was draped over her shoulders, and those red-soled heels that cost more than most people’s monthly salary were crossed at the ankle.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in big, wavy curls that caught the office lighting perfectly. She looked like a goddess, a beautiful sexy one, like every man’s fantasy sitting there in the reception area.

My mouth went dry just looking at her, I could feel my pulse quicken.

I approached her quickly, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her toward a more private corner of the lobby.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, my voice a mixture of anger and desperate desire. "You should have called. You know the rules about coming to my office."

She looked up at me with those incredible alluring eyes, but her expression was completely unreadable. Cold, almost.

I pressed her back against the wall gently, my body caging her in as I leaned close enough to smell her perfume—that intoxicating scent that always drove me wild.

"I missed you," I said roughly, my voice dropping to a whisper. "God, Natasha, I missed you so much, my lips brushing close to her ears. Why weren’t you picking up your phone? I tried calling you last week, but it went straight to voicemail every time."

She remained perfectly still, perfectly silent, just watching me with those unreadable eyes.

The proximity to her was driving me insane. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, like she misses and wants me too, but is held back with something I can’t quite place, could see the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. My hands were on the wall on either side of her head, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to touch her, to slide my hands into her bosom.

"So Guerrero is your new client now right?" I asked, my voice getting rougher, more possessive. "You’re giving him what belongs to me? Your p**sy belongs to me, Natasha. You know that."

Still nothing. No response, no reaction, no emotion whatsoever.

The silence was maddening. This woman who used to melt at my touch and warmth, who used to beg for me, was standing there like a beautiful statue.

"Answer me," I demanded, my face inches from hers.

I leaned closer, my lips almost brushing hers, ready to claim what I thought was mine—

Suddenly, she pushed against my chest with surprising force, shoving me back hard enough that I stumbled.

"Oh please, Liam," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "The world doesn’t revolve around you."

The words hit me like a physical blow. This wasn’t my Natasha—the eager, submissive woman who used to worship me. This was someone else entirely.

"I’m done," she continued, her voice growing stronger, more resolute. "I’m done being the girl who exists just to satisfy your sexual desires. I was nothing but a sex toy to you, wasn’t I? Just something you could use whenever you felt like it."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she held up a hand, stopping me.

"I’m done ruining a fellow woman’s home. I stayed with you because I thought—God, I was so stupid—I thought you were the only one who truly saw me. I was young, pained, carrying so much burden, and I thought what we had meant something." Her voice cracked slightly, but her resolve never wavered. "But I was wrong. I was just another possession to you."

She took a deep breath, composing herself, her eyes blazing with a fury I’d never seen before.

In Fact, the venom in her voice was like acid, eating away at everything I thought I knew about us, about her.

"I’m done with your grip on me, Liam. Done with whatever you think I am to you. I’m not your property. I never was."

"And as for what I came here to do," she continued, smoothing down her skirt and adjusting her blazer, "if you’re patient enough, I guess you’ll find out soon enough."

She turned then, her eyes traveling slowly from my head to my toes. Where there used to be excitement, desire, even love when she looked at me, now there was nothing but disgust, hate, and pure fury. The look cut through me like a blade.

With that, she walked away, leaving me standing there like a statue, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

What was going on? What had changed? I had saved this woman before, she had always seen me as her savior and had always been submissive. Why was everyone in my life suddenly turning against me?

I stood there for a long moment, trying to process the encounter, before I realized I needed to get to the boardroom. Whatever game was being played, I was apparently the last to know the rules.

I straightened my tie, picked up my briefcase, and walked toward the boardroom door. Whatever was waiting for me in there, I’d face it.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

The sight that greeted me made my blood run cold.

Every board member was there, seated around the long conference table. But it wasn’t just the board members.

Noah was there, sitting at the far end of the table with a satisfied smirk on his face.

And next to him, her hands folded protectively over her swollen belly, sat Diane.

My wife. My soon-to-be ex-wife. The mother of my children. The woman who had drugged me and left me humiliated in a restaurant bathroom just one week ago.

They were all there. Everyone who had betrayed me, everyone who had abandoned me, everyone who wanted to see me destroyed.

And they were all staring at me with expressions that ranged from satisfaction to barely concealed contempt.

"Gentlemen," I said, my voice somehow remaining steady despite the chaos in my chest. "Ladies. This is... unexpected."

But even as I spoke, I could feel the noose tightening around my neck. Whatever they had planned, whatever trap they had set, I was walking right into it.

The only question now was whether the photographs in my briefcase would be enough to save me...or if this was finally the end of everything I’d built.