تسجيل الدخولGenevieve’s pulse thudded in her ears. She couldn't have heard him properly."Did you just propose marriage?" "Yes." He affirmed, watching her."You’re insane," She whispered, more to herself than him. Marriage, again, to a man who despised her soon to be husband with a venom that it showed in the way his lips curled in disgust whenever he said Nicholas"Perhaps," Sebastian said, his smirk widening, "but insanity might be the only weapon sharp enough to cut Nicholas Voss down to size."Her lips parted, but no words came. Because deep down, as much as she wanted to dismiss him, something about his proposal didn't sound like madness. It appealed to her zeal to have revenge on Nicholas.Genevieve forced out a laugh, brittle even to her ears. “You must be joking. Marriage? That’s your brilliant idea?”She was just barely out of marriage that had taken a lot from her and he was suggesting she get married to him? Her soon-to-be ex-husband's greatest enemy?Sebastian tilted his head, studyi
"I have been looking for you everywhere, Genevieve." Sebastian Voss sat on the barstool close to her.Genevieve could only nod, slowly recovering from the bit of shock she had experienced. "What can I get for you, sir?" The bartender asked. "Just scotch." He dismissed him and faced her holding her in place with his steel coloured eyes. He was a fairly attractive man with mid length hair which he pulled into a man bun. He was tall and had good muscle mass. What were the odds of seeing her soon-to-be ex-husband's biggest enemy in the Bed and Breakfast joint she was hiding in after a scandal?Her gut told her that this wasn't a coincidence. And the fact that he had mentioned that he had been looking for her everywhere, he wanted something from her. They waited for the bartender to serve Sebastian Voss before starting their conversation. "You said you have been looking for me. Is there a particular reason?" Genevieve asked, sipping from her glass of cocktail. The almost syrupy tas
The news was everywhere. Different headlines, different papers and different rumours flying around, each carrying just an iota of truth. "The Heiress Who Was No Longer A Heiress.""The Fallen Heiress Betrayed By Her Now Ex Husband and Ex Best friend?""Family And Friends Turn Their Back On The Fallen Heiress.""Where is Genevieve Harrington Blackwood?" This was the last headline Genevieve had come across before throwing herself on the bed. She placed her phone face down because she couldn't bear to see anything that reminded her of her misfortune. Genevieve was locked away in a five star bread and breakfast, it was the perfect hiding spot. No one knew she was hiding here, secluded away from the world and the eyes of the prying paparazzi.One of the reasons why she liked this particular hotel was because it was very private and in a very secure place. She had stumbled onto this place by accident on one of her business trips and had always made sure to drop in once in a while. When
"Why did you do all these?" She already knew but she wanted to hear him say it. She wanted to hear the words fall from his lips. "You still don't get it, Genevieve." He laughed hysterically. "I never married you because I loved you. I married you because of your inheritance. It's nothing personal, I hope someday you will be able to understand." He laughed like what he said was funny.But she won't break under his watch. She wrapped up her emotions in a metaphorical ball and shoved it down her throat. Later she would deal with them but right now she had to be strong even though she wanted to collapse on the floor."If you had simply served me a divorce, I wouldn't have objected. If you had sold the house, I wouldn't have minded but transferring my properties, Nicholas you have crossed the line." Her voice was firm."And what are you going to do?" He taunted. Genevieve kept silent."You have nothing, nobody to turn to. All of your connections will be mine. No-one would want to help yo
Three weeks after the reading of the will. Genevieve was livid. She was boiling with anger as she stomped past Nicholas's secretary without even greeting. She didn't bother knocking and just went in. "Genevieve darling," Nicholas sat up in his chair surprised by the brisk entrance of his wife."Keep that bullshit to yourself. Explain this?" She threw the files she had brought in on the table. Nicholas deftly picked them up and examined the contents.While he checked them, Genevieve assessed her husband. He was looking disheveled, his top buttons were open and his hair looked like he had run his fingers through them. This was a very unusual look for him, he was always so out together. That was one of the reasons why she had been drawn to him. "Hmm, I see you have gotten the documents." He nodded in approval."That's all you're going to say?" She could feel the vein in the center of her head throbbing. "Yes, Genevieve. What do you expect me to say?" His voice was calm. He was alw
Shock speared through Genevieve as she couldn't believe what she just heard. She wasn't the only one because a lot of mutterings came from the other occupants in the room. "Mr Hayes, can you repeat the last line? Perhaps, I didn't hear it properly." Her uncle, Silas Harrington laughed nervously, asking the lawyer to reread the last bits of the will.Today was the grand reading of Tobias Harrington, her late grandfather's will. Tobias Harrington was a very wealthy man before he died. At one point in his life, he had been the richest man in his state. Now all his relatives both close and distant were seated in the boardroom of The Harrington Empire listening to the details of his will. "In the words of my deceased client," The lawyer cleared his throat, "I, Tobias Harrington, hereby devise and bequeath eighty percent of everything I own to Nicholas Blackwood. I further direct that this decision shall be final and binding, and no relative or third party shall contest, dispute or inter







