Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband

Chapter 182: Call George!

Susan’s POV

"No! No! No! Evander! You can’t just walk away from me because of some... some bitch!" I muttered through gritted teeth, clutching my hair as a wave of frustration surged through me. I grabbed my phone with a sharp cry and hurled it across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.

How could he be so merciless?

After that call with Evander, I locked myself in my bedroom all day, refusing to face anyone. The mere thought of stepping outside made me sick. I couldn’t bear Angel’s pitying looks or her judgmental eyes!

All I wanted was to die.

Everything I had worked for, everything I had schemed and sacrificed for, was slipping away—so slowly, so painfully. It was like watching sand fall through my fingers, no matter how tightly I tried to hold on. Time felt like my enemy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of a cliff I couldn’t escape.

I had orchestrated everything perfectly. Every single detail, every ruthless move. And yet... here I was, staring at the ruins of my efforts. How could it all have come to this? How could I have failed?

All the lies I spun, the lives I shattered, the darkness I embraced to become who I am today—was it all for nothing? Just to hear Evander say those soul-crushing words?

"You mean nothing to me."

His voice echoed in my mind, stabbing through my chest like a thousand needles.

No. No. No!

This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

I paced the room, my breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. My nails dug into my palms, grounding me in my rage and despair.

"No," I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute. "This isn’t over. Not yet."

I stopped in front of the mirror, staring at the woman I had become. Wild eyes, trembling lips, as if my reflection was mocking me, daring me to give up.

But I wouldn’t.

"Never," I hissed, venom dripping from my words. "I won’t let you go, Evander. Not now. Not ever."

If I had to burn the entire world to keep him, then so be it.

I inhaled deeply as new source of determination surged through me! If I couldn’t defeat Claire and claim Evander for me, then I would just ruin them both!

If I couldn’t keep him, then no one could!

But how was I going to do it? The odds were stacked against me, and orchestrating this on my own felt impossible. I needed power— a force so strong, a background so unshakable, that I could crush them entirely. They wouldn’t just fall; they would crumble to dust and be unable to rise ever again. Even if it meant destroying myself in the process.

Starting from scratch was my only option.

First, I needed allies— people as ruthless and determined as I was. People who wanted to see Claire and Evander to be brought to their knees. And who better to join me than her own elder sister?

Diana.

Her name sent a ripple of excitement through me. She would be perfect. But damn it, she was still behind bars. Freeing her wouldn’t be easy, not with the connections her precious father still had in high places. Still, I would get her out. I had to. No matter the cost.

But how?

I bit my lip, pacing back and forth as my mind raced. Think, Susan, think!

Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Clinton had once introduced me to someone—a man powerful enough to make miracles happen. A man who thrived in the shadows, manipulating people and events to his will.

If I approached him, I was sure he would help me. After all, I had something to offer: the promise of chaos, revenge, and destruction. But...

I couldn’t go to him directly.

Doing so would expose me before I even began. I needed someone who could act as my intermediary, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to get their hands dirty. Someone who could make the introduction without raising suspicion.

But who?

I clenched my fists, determination hardening in my chest.

No matter what it took, no matter how low I had to stoop, I would find a way. Claire and Evander wouldn’t know what hit them until it was too late.

After thinking long and hard, a name finally came to mind—George, Diana’s father. He would be the perfect pawn to set my plans in motion, at least for now.

Once my decision was made, I felt a strange sense of clarity. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the room, my mind still reeling with all the moving pieces I needed to align.

The moment Angel saw me, she gasped. "Oh my God, Susan! You are finally out!" She rushed to my side, her eyes widening as she took in my disheveled appearance. "Look at yourself! You look terrible!"

Before I could respond, she grabbed my arm and led me toward the washroom. "Come on, wash your face and snap out of it!" she demanded, her voice exasperated as she turned on the faucet. "Forget about whatever twisted plans you are cooking up. Just live your life! Don’t even try to clean up this mess— you have done enough damage already. I will—"

"Give it a rest, Angie," I interrupted, a wide smile spreading across my face as I splashed cold water onto my tear-streaked cheeks. The refreshing sensation made me feel lighter, almost excited. "You are not stopping me. In fact, I need your help."

Angel frowned, suspicion etched on her face. "What now? What are you plotting?"

I grabbed a towel, dabbing my face dry, and turned to her with a gleam of determination in my eyes. "Call George," I said firmly.

"What?" Angel looked at me as though I had lost my mind.

"You heard me. Call Diana’s father," I repeated, my voice steady. "Tell him that if he wants his daughter out of prison, he needs to meet me. If he doesn’t..." I let my words hang in the air, a dark smile creeping across my lips, "...I will destroy him."

Angel’s jaw dropped. "Have you gone completely mad?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in panic. "Susan, are you serious? Are you really planning to drag George into this?"

"Yes, I am," I said coldly, my smile fading as I locked eyes with her. "And you will do exactly as I say."

"Why are you like this?" she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "You are walking into a storm, Susan."

"Don’t ask questions, Angie," I snapped, my tone unyielding. "And don’t you dare interfere with my plans. I know exactly what I am doing."

Angel stared at me for a long moment, her lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, she let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you." She said and left to do what I had said.

I could tell Angel was against my plans. Her disapproving gaze followed me as I moved around the room, preparing for the evening ahead. But it didn’t matter—I had to do this.

By tonight, George would have no choice but to bend to my will. I would make sure of it.

As the evening approached, I left my apartment and made my way to the discreet venue I had chosen for our meeting.

George arrived right on time. His expression was stern, suspicion written all over his face.

"Susan," he greeted curtly, his deep voice laced with wariness. "You called. What’s this about Diana?"

I offered him a polite smile, gesturing for him to sit. "Please, George, let’s not waste time with formalities. Have a seat."

He hesitated, his eyes narrowing, but eventually slid into the chair across from me.

"Get to the point," he said gruffly, folding his arms across his chest.

"Of course," I replied, leaning forward with an air of confidence. "I am here to make you an offer—a deal, if you will. One that will benefit both of us."

His brow furrowed. "And what makes you think I would strike any sort of deal with you?"

"Because," I said, my tone dropping to a chilling calm, "I hold the key to getting Diana out of prison. And I know you’d do anything for your daughter."

George’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, I saw the flicker of desperation in his eyes. "What are you playing at, Susan?Speak clearly."

I smirked, folding my hands neatly on the table. "It’s simple. I will pull the strings necessary to secure Diana’s freedom. In return, you will work with me—do what I say, when I say it. Together, we will bring down Claire and Evander. Completely."

His expression darkened. "You are out of your mind. You want me to betray my own family?"

"Family?" I laughed coldly. "Oh, George, don’t make me laugh. Diana’s been rotting in that cell for months, and they have done nothing for her other than throwing her in jail! Do you really think they care even if she dies? Wasn’t this why they did this to you?"

George’s hand tightened into a fist; his internal struggle was clearly evident.

"Think about it," I pressed, my voice softening. "Diana gets her life back and I will help you hook her up with a filthy rich man!"

For a long moment, he was silent, his gaze burning into mine. Then, finally, he leaned back, exhaling sharply.

"I will think about it," he said gruffly, though his tone suggested he was already leaning toward agreement.

"Good," I said with a satisfied smile. "I knew you were a reasonable man, George. I will be waiting for your answer."