The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

~Alexa I tried to hold myself together, resisting the urge to collapse from the emotional trauma I had just experienced. Clutching my belly tightly, I leaned against the wall. “Ju... Jus... Justin,” I murmured, breathing heavily. They noticed my presence. Justin jumped off Gia’s body, quickly pulling on his underwear and tightening his belt, while Gia stood there, smiling like she’d won the lottery. “What are you doing here, Alexa? Why didn’t you knock before coming in?” Justin asked coldly, his voice sharp and manipulative. I almost flinched, like I used to. But I held myself firm, promising this time to stand up for my right. “Is that all you’ve got to say, Justin?” I said, my voice low and threatening. “I just caught you cheating on me with this woman here. Instead of showing remorse, you’re asking me that?” Justin grabbed my hand, slamming me against the wall. “There is nothing to be remorseful about, Alexa!” he howled. “Our marriage was only for my benefit. You don’t

~Alexa“No… No!” I cried, dragging myself across the floor after Justin, my body scraping against the cold tiles. But he ignored me, turning his back, his ears deaf to my desperation. I couldn't lose my child. Not now. Not ever. He was my first fruit, the light I wanted to bring into this world. But Justin had made his choice. He believed his deceitful mistress over me. Worse, he wanted our baby dead.Before I could process it, his armed guards surrounded me. Rough hands seized mine, forcing me toward the ward.“Let me go! I don't want a transfusion! Somebody help me!” I screamed, struggling, but no one came.Then the doctor stepped forward, pulling out a dose. I froze, my sobs catching in my throat as I narrowed my eyes at him.“What’s that for? Are you planning to knock me out with your damn drugs?” I spat, my voice shaking with fury.He didn’t respond. He wouldn’t even look at me. Instead, he turned to the guards.“Hold her tighter. She mustn’t escape,” he instructed coldly, prepa

~AlexaI still found it very difficult to understand what was going on here. The Duke, telling me that I am his long-lost daughter? I didn't grab it. It's still unbelievable to me because the last time I checked, I was an orphan.At least, that was what my adopted parents told me. They told me that they adopted me from the orphanage. They never loved me like their own child and always loved their real daughter. So, I had no option but to run away from home to stand independent.And now, the Duke is telling me that he is my Father? And that I am his daughter who has been missing for the past fifteen years.I sat up right, my lips curling into a confused smile.“I don't understand all these! What are you people trying to say to me? You mean to tell me that I am your daughter? But how?” I inquired, my voice shaky yet invulnerable. Sitting by my right hand is Mrs Cecile Sullivan. She is the Duke's wife. She grabbed my hand softly, tears almost falling from her eyes.“You are our daughter

Lucas flashed me a cold glare, as though I’d just asked him a life-or-death question. The way he stared—so still, so unreadable—I could only guess the fourth obligation wasn’t something small or ordinary. Sitting up a little straighter, I locked eyes with him, searching for something—anything. “Why are you quiet, Lucas?” I asked. “You said you had four obligations to me. Why haven’t you told me the last one? Are you scared or something?” His hands remained tucked inside his pockets as he stepped closer. His voice dropped—low and menacing. “The fourth obligation… is something you’re not meant to hear yet. When the time is right, I’ll tell you what it is.” I parted my lips to push further, but he cut me off. “It’s barely morning, Alexa. You should get more sleep. The Duke won’t be happy if he finds out you didn’t rest well.” Without waiting for my response, he adjusted the duvet and gently helped me lie back down. “Good night, Alexa,” he said softly, his eyes locked ont

{Lucas's Point of View}The past three days haven’t been easy for Alexa. She’s been indoors, barely stepping out. Whatever she needs is brought to her. The Duke is out of town, meeting up with some Chinese clients, and once again, he has entrusted Alexa to me.It’s still hard to remember what happiness feels like. For the past fifteen years, I’ve barely smiled. I only talk business. Relationships? I’ve never had one. When I feel low, I sleep with a woman and pay her enough to vanish completely from Sarto. I don’t like thinking about that part of my life—it slows down my productivity and stirs up things I’d rather leave buried.I pushed those thoughts aside and reached for the stack of files on my desk when something caught my eye—Alexa’s childhood photo in a frame beside my laptop. I picked it up slowly, staring at it.I placed this photo here the day I became CEO of Fernando Group of Companies. That same day, I promised myself I wouldn’t stop searching until I found her. Because I lo