His Poor Heiress

“We are done,” he says with force, slamming the papers in his hand on the dinner table, his expression mad. “I can’t continue to be married to a liability like you,” Devon sneers, looking at his wife like she is some cheap commodity he purchased from the market and have just realised its inferior quality. Kathleen stares at the man she has been married to for five years in shock. This came out of nowhere. To the best of her knowledge they have been doing fine. Where is this coming from? “What are you saying, Devon?” She asks, her voice a soft whisper, hiding her pain and disbelief. Devon stares into his wife’s grey eyes filled with pain and confusion like it is nothing, his hard expression unaffected by the ache he could see in their depth. Face twisting with harshness, and disgust, he snarls. “I am divorcing you. I am tired of this charade we call marriage. All you do is take and take. Do you know what my mother refers to you as?” Devon’s eyes gleams with sly humor as he speak

Kathleen knocks and walks into her father's study. Her heart skips when she sees his lean figure behind his desk bent over the laptop screen before him. She hesitates by the door, weighed down by guilt and insecurities. Is her father mad at her? They haven’t spoken since she got married to Devon. She can’t believe she choose Devon over her family, but that is what love can do to you sometimes. Kathleen walks up to the big oak desk, and stands before her father’s bent frame, her expression nervous. “Dad!”She sees her father stiffen at the sound of her voice, and waits with her heart beating in her chest for him to respond. Nothing happened.Disppointed, Kathleen turns to leave. As her body turns away from her father, the older man raises his head and stares in the direction of his daughter. “Welcome home, Kathleen,” he says softly. Kathleen steps falters, and she almost crumbles to the ground in relief. Holding herself together, she turns around and says. “Thanks dad.” But her

The next day Devon arrives at his lawyer’s office with a determined look. Without knocking he badges in, and begins to speak without being aware of his surounding. “I need you to counter sue for twenty million dollars. This bitch thinks she can mess with me.” Devons stops abruptly when he looks and sees the room full of people, and they were gawking at him like he has an extra head. “I am sorry,” he says to them, with a guilty look and then direct his gaze to his lawyer. “Why didn’t you tell me you have visitors?” He says like it is his lawyer’s fault. The lawyer looks at him with a resigned expression. “I would have, Mr Cross, if you had told me you were coming.” Seeing reason in the older man’s words, but doesn’t want to apologise a second time, Devon keeps silence, and instead finds somewhere to sit and wait. His lawyer seeing that Devon isn’t going to give him the privacy he needed, concludes his meeting, and after his guests left, turns to Devon with a tight expression. “Ho

Joe winces at his sister’s acidic tone, but he doesn’t look remorseful. He doesn’t regret anything he has done. It is his duty as a brother to protect his sister. He refrained from doing anything to the imbecile because he was still married to his sister, but now all bets are off, and he is going to make him pay for hurting his sister. Kathleen stares at her brother, her expression hurt. “You spied on me?” She whispers, her tone low and filled pain and betrayal. Joe’s heart skips at the look of hurt on Kathleen’s face. He didn’t mean to offend her, but was doing what he believed to be right. His sister doesn’t expect him to watch her marry some bloke and not keep tabs on her. “I know you are angry, Leen, but I did what I am supposed to do as your brother,” Joe defends, his lack of apology, or remorse infuriates the brunette and she glares at him. Sometimes, her brother’s arrogance, and control issues irritates her. “And suing Devon?” She levels him with a deadly glare. “Are you

The following morning, Devon stumbles into the office still suffering from the hangover of lasst night. Yesterday he spent greater part of his night getting drunk and moaning about her ex trying to his life with her lover. He has yet to pick his lawyer’s call. He walks in, dressed smartly in his dark blue suit, dark shade over his eyes, and his black briefcase in hand. He nods briefly to everyone who threw a greeting his way without stopping. He wasn’t in the mood to socialize. He walks into his office and stops abruptly at the sight that greeted him behind his desk. Relaxing with his usual arrogance, Joe whirls the ergonomic chair around at the sound of the door opening to greet in coming Devon with a deadpan expression on his handsome face. He had arrived earlier, even before most of the workers, and walked his way into Devon’s office without anyone stopping or questioning him. The lax in security, and the workers laxity with work dumbfounded him. The sight of Joe added insul