THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.
Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Chapter 38

At that moment Cora sat still for a long moment, the words echoing in her ears. Her breathing deepened as the reality of it settled in.

And then, suddenly, rage flared in her eyes.

"That bastard," she hissed, clenching her jaw. "I knew he was low, but recording me? That’s beneath even him. And I never even slept with him not once. Even though I wanted to at the time... I never did. And still, he had the audacity to record me?"

Immediately her fists tightened on the arms of her chair. "It’s a disgrace. And I won’t accept that from him."

At that moment, Malisa leaned in slightly, her face serious, voice low but filled with purpose. "And that’s where I come in," she said firmly. "Because if James is truly planning to go public with something like this, then we don’t have the luxury of waiting. He’s desperate, Cora. Really desperate. And the problem with desperate men is, they stop thinking about consequences. They don’t care who they hurt, so long as they get attention, power, or revenge."

Again Cora’s jaw clenched, her lips drawing into a thin line as she listened. Her fingers tapped lightly on the arm of the chair, her mind already racing ahead. She hated this feeling—being watched, being violated, being threatened over something she didn’t even do. It wasn’t just wrong. It was infuriating.

Malisa continued, "And the truth is, we don’t know how far that desperation can push him. We don’t know what else he might have. Whether he’s bluffing or sitting on more recordings. But we can’t risk giving him time to act."

Hearing what Malisa said Cora exhaled slowly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she gathered her thoughts.

"Well... honestly," she said, "I’m not even sure James knows who I really am yet. He might just be guessing, fishing around based on instinct or rumors. He’s not exactly clever, but he’s sneaky. He might not be sure if I’m truly this person I’ve become—or if I’m just close to it."

She paused, frowning deeply.

"But I don’t know for sure if he actually believes it... or if he’s still testing the waters."

At that moment Malisa nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging the point.

"But regardless," Cora added quickly, "it doesn’t change anything. Whether he’s guessing or he knows, I can’t allow that video to exist. That recording whatever it is, whether it’s real or manipulated it has to be destroyed."

Her voice dropped, full of quiet fire.

"Whatever it takes, Malisa. I want it erased. I want it buried. I want it gone. If James thinks he can use that against me, then he’s about to learn exactly who he’s playing with."

At that moment, Malisa leaned back in her chair, her eyes calculating as she carefully picked her words. "I know the perfect person who can handle this," she said slowly, with full confidence in her voice. "And when I say perfect, I mean it this is exactly the kind of job he’s made for."

Then Cora tilted her head slightly, intrigued, but cautious. Her arms crossed over her chest as she studied Malisa’s expression.

"He’s not just smart," Malisa continued, "he’s a genius. One of the sharpest minds I’ve ever come across. There’s almost no system he can’t break into, no trail he can’t erase, no dirt he can’t clean up. He’s handled things for people far more complicated than Samuel... or even James."

Cora’s brows drew in. "So he’s a fixer?"

Malisa nodded. "Of the highest level. But he doesn’t come cheap, and he doesn’t do favors. You pay him right, and you get results. No delays. No excuses."

For a brief second, Cora was silent, weighing Malisa’s words. Then she spoke, her tone colder and sharper. "And what if he double-crosses us?"

Malisa looked up. "What?"

"What if he gets his hands on the recordings," Cora said slowly, "and instead of deleting them, he keeps them? Uses them later? Sells them to someone else or worse uses them to blackmail me? What happens then, Malisa? I don’t want to fight James and this stranger together. I want this mess gone, not multiplied."

At that moment Malisa raised a hand calmly. "I hear you. And trust me, I thought of that."

Cora waited, eyes fixed.

Immediately Malisa leaned forward, lowering her voice slightly. "He doesn’t play games like that. That’s not his style. His business depends on reputation people hire him because he doesn’t double-cross. He has his own code, and weird as it may sound, he sticks to it. He plays by the rules, even though his job is, technically, breaking them."

Cora looked skeptical.

"I’m telling you," Malisa added quickly, "he’s clean. No one has ever complained. No one has ever had to track him down or threaten him after a job. He doesn’t expose himself or his clients. That’s why he’s still in business, why the wealthy and the powerful go to him when they’re drowning. He helps them breathe. And then he disappears."

She tapped the table lightly. "If we want this done quickly and without a trail, he’s the only one I can recommend. The only one. You won’t need to second-guess, you won’t need to clean up after him, and most importantly—you won’t need to worry about him turning on us. He’s as professional as they come."

At that moment Malisa met Cora’s gaze with steady eyes. "He’s the one, Cora. No doubt about it."

At that moment, without wasting any more time, Cora sat up straighter and looked directly at Malisa, her voice steady but firm.

"Okay then," she said. "Who is this person? What exactly does he do? I need to know everything before we bring anyone into this. I don’t want another surprise."

Immediately Malisa gave a small nod, almost as if she had been expecting the question. She adjusted her seat, folded her hands over her lap, and began to speak with calm precision.

"His name is Lovi," she said. "Just Lovi, no paper trail. He was an orphan from the very beginning. No family. No relatives. Nothing. He grew up in the kind of places most people don’t survive foster homes, back alley shelters, government centers... all of them. He saw too much too early."

However Cora remained quiet, listening.

"But even as a kid," Malisa continued, "he was different. Sharp. Observant. Too intelligent for the world he was stuck in. He was picked up by a man an underground figure who trained him. Not in school, but in street games. Tricks. Scams. Con artistry."

Upon hearing what Malisa just said, Cora’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Yes," Malisa said knowingly, "he was a con artist when he was young. He learned how to manipulate people, steal identities, and twist information to his favor. He was dangerous back then but never reckless."

She paused before continuing.

"But at some point, something changed. The man who trained him disappeared some say he was killed and Lovi stopped running scams. Instead, he taught himself something else. Hacking. Cyber tracing. Deep data cleaning. Digital vanishings. The kind of stuff that makes government agencies sweat."

Malisa leaned forward. "And he’s good. Very, very good. If there’s a video somewhere cloud, backup, flash drive, locked safe it doesn’t matter. If it exists, Lovi can find it, get in, wipe it, and make sure it’s never found again."