My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!

A Loveless Marriage.Valenticia's POV:I stood in the kitchen, my fingers trembling slightly as I arranged strawberries around the rim of a porcelain plate. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the rich aroma of buttered croissants and scrambled eggs."Is this alright, madam?" Maria, the maid, held up a crystal vase filled with soft pink peonies—Dmitri’s favourite. "It’s perfect,” I whispered, my voice barely rising above a whisper. "Madam, shall I bring in the flowers?" She asked, once again."Yes, please." I offered a smile, clutching the hem of my lavender dress. "Set them by the table.”When she was done, I turned to her with a wide smile. "Thank you, Maria."She nodded, returning the smile before retreating into the corridor.I wanted everything to be perfect.Tomorrow would be our first anniversary. One year since I had married Dmitri Galden, trading my heart and future for an arranged marriage. It was meant to be, something his grandfathe

The InterviewValenticia's POV:My entire body ached, but it was nothing compared to the burning need to make it to Sledger Inc. I had to secure this job because it was my only chance to rebuild my life. When the driver stepped out of the car, his eyes wide with concern, I forced myself to stand.“Are you okay, miss?” He asked, his voice a mixture of worry and disbelief.I nodded, clutching my throbbing arm. “I’m fine. I... I just need to get to my interview.”“Are you sure? You might need a hospital.”“No, please. Just help me up.” I pleaded. “I can’t afford to be late.”He hesitated, then extended a hand. His grip was firm as he pulled me to my feet. “You’re bleeding.”I wiped my scraped knee. “Thank you.”Without another word, I resumed my race, ignoring the protests of my body.When I finally reached Sledger Inc., I was a few minutes late. My chest heaved as I pushed through the glass doors.Relief flooded me when I saw a few more interviewees waiting, and I sank into a seat, my

A Shocking RevelationValenticia’s POV:I, Valenticia, the granddaughter of the formidable Rosanna Clawford? The rightful heiress of the Clawford Group? It sounded like a plot twist from a story, and not my real life.“You’ve been so strong.” Madam Rosanna’s voice was gentle, pulling me back to the present. Her hand was warm as she reached over, folding my fingers in hers. “Growing up, my aunt told me that I had lost my parents in an accident, and that's why I couldn't recall anything from when I was six. But one day, she opened up to me and told me that she found me bruised by the bank of a river with nothing but a bloodied floral dress and a Jade necklace.” I began. “We both tried our best to find my family. We didn't have enough resources to go further. And when I got married, I decided to forget the past. While you never gave up on me.” I leaned forward. “Please forgive me.” She gave me a soft smile. “I should have found you sooner. I failed you, but I promise, I’ll make up fo

Debt Unpaid Valenticia's Pov:I was unable to look away from the guy.It wasn’t only that he was handsome — he was the kind of handsome that commanded attention. His features were sharp, precise, almost frigid, but in a way that invited me closer rather than pushing me away. There was something magnetic about him, an aura that made it difficult not to watch, even when there was a kind of chill that emanated from him.I hadn’t even noticed I was still staring at him until I felt my heart start racing. How can one person be this f**king handsome? The way he moved, the smoldering need behind his eyes it was as if he had walked in from a different world. I slowly moved my eyes from his face down to his chest.He wore a suit — no, not any suit. Navy blue, the sort of fabric that let you know it was expensive the moment you laid eyes on it. It wrapped around his tall frame just right, tracing the brawniness of his shoulders, and the tightness of his body. He looked like a man to whom respe

Auction of PowerValenticia’s POV:It was a week after that experience. The bruises on my body had disappeared, and the pain in my leg had diminished almost completely. I was healed, but something had changed in me—a waking thought, an assertion that it was time to take back my possession.One morning, while drinking tea with my grandmother, she set down her cup and looked at me with a straight eye.“You are going to a charity gala,” she told me.I raised a brow. "A gala?""Yes," she nodded. "An auction, to be precise. This is where your takeover will start.”I straightened in my seat, interested. "How?"“You will donate and buy something expensive, making sure your name is among the high elites. You need to show them that you are claiming your rightful place.” She explained.“Valenticia, the company is yours, but you have to make them know it.”I drummed my finger on the table, thinking about what she had just said. It made sense. The upper circles of society operated on influence. I