All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress is Divorcing Her Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Welcome home, Ava," David called, his voice carrying across the driveway. He descended the steps with surprising agility for a man in his seventies, making his way directly to her. Up close, the resemblance was undeniable. They shared the same high cheekbones, the same determined set of the jaw. Most strikingly, they had identical eyes, a beautiful shade of green with flecks of gold. "Mr. Cardwell," she began, extending her hand formally, her nervousness showing in her voice. "David, please. Or Grandfather, if you're comfortable with that." He ignored her outstretched hand and instead pulled her into a gentle embrace. "You look so much like Eleanor," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. When he released her, Ava saw moisture in his eyes. He composed himself quickly, gesturing to the people waiting on the steps. "Allow me to introduce some of the household staff. This is Mrs.

A New BeginningGolden rays slanted through the gauzy curtains, painting Ava's skin with warm light as she dabbed the final touch of crimson onto her lips. Her fingers paused mid-air as she caught her reflection in the vanity mirror. The woman staring back at her was poised, elegant, with a hint of newfound confidence in her emerald eyes, she barely resembled the shell of a person who had arrived at the Cardwell estate three weeks ago, broken and uncertain.She traced the slight curve of her jawline, her grandmother's jawline, they'd told her and marveled at how a simple revelation of bloodline could rewrite one's entire existence. The Cardwell name now clung to her like an invisible cloak, both empowering and overwhelming.A soft rapping at the door pulled her from her reverie."Come in," Ava called, setting down the gold-capped lipstick tube with a gentle click.The door creaked open, and a maid Ava recognized as Martha walked in bowing slightly in respect."Miss Ava, the chairman

The private dining room at Le Ciel was bathed in the warm glow of crystal chandeliers, the ambient sound of classical music floated in muffled by the thick walls and heavy door, creating a cozy, relaxing atmosphere. A place where deals worth billions were struck over lobster thermidor and vintage champagne, where the city's elite could speak freely without fear of being overheard.Kathleen Winters sat in one of these private rooms, but the atmosphere was anything but relaxing."Nothing?" She repeated,swirling a glass of amber fluid, her manicures nails clicking lightly against the crystal."After all these years, Eleanor's child suddenly appears and David welcomes her with open arms" Kathleen paused as she shot a glare at the two men sitting on the edge of their seat across the table."With all the resources at your disposal, you bring me this? It has been three weeks" She said pressing her lips together in a tight smile.Lawrence Pemberton and Richard Zhao, both members of the Card

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across Ethan's face as he walked hand in hand with Ava through the garden. Wildflowers swayed in the gentle breeze, their colors almost too vibrant to be real. The air smelled sweet, like honeysuckle and spring rain. Ava's laugh, melodic and light, made his heart swell."Did you see that?" she asked, pointing ahead where a small figure darted between rose bushes.A child, their child, ran ahead of them, little legs pumping, arms outstretched like wings. The boy's laughter echoed through the garden, pure and untouched by the world's troubles. Ethan felt a tightness in his chest, a happiness so complete it almost hurt."He has your smile," Ethan said, squeezing Ava's hand."And your curiosity," she replied, her eyes reflecting the sunlight. "Always exploring."The boy stumbled then, tripping over an exposed root. His laughter turned to startled cries as he fell forward onto the garden path. Ava's hand slipped from Ethan's gra

THE WIDE MARBLE LOBBY of Dreams Inc gleamed under soft recessed lighting. Two men in tailored corporate suits clutched leather briefcases as they perched on opposite ends of the waiting area, stealing furtive glances at one another over steaming porcelain teacups, their bodies angled deliberately away from each other.The first man's teacup clattered against its saucer as he abruptly stood, his jaw clenched. He strode toward the reception desk, his Italian leather shoes clicking against the polished floor."You there," he barked, leaning forward until his cologne—a cloying mix of sandalwood and bergamot—wafted across the counter. "How long are we going to sit here?" His eyebrows knitted together as he drummed his manicured fingers against the marble surface. "Are you sure there's no way you can fit me in?"The receptionist's crimson lips curved into a practiced smile that never reached her eyes. She inclined her head slightly. "I'm sorry, sir. Please wait patiently. Mr. Winters will