Semua Bab Billionaire Heiress is Divorcing Her Husband : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Crystal chandeliers cast amber pools across marble floors where designer heels clicked against polished stone. Champagne bubbles caught the light as guests moved in practiced clusters, their laughter weaving through string instruments melodies.A man in an emerald suit circulated through the crowd, pressing business cards into manicured hands. His laugh boomed above conversations, drawing sideways glances from nearby guests who stepped back slightly, an irritated look on their faces.He approached a figure standing motionless before a holographic fountain display, its digital water seeming to cascade into nothing."How are you enjoying the gala? Everyone here looks really put together." The man in green tugged at his lapels. "I've never been the networking crowd person, but in my line of work, it's inevitable."The other man's gaze remained fixed on the swirling pixels."I'm representing Luminari, one of the hottest management firms on the continent. Nice to see so many familiar face

Ava's heels clicked against the marble steps as she descended from the gala entrance. A couple brushed past her, the woman's laugh bright and carefree."Wonderful evening, wasn't it?" Mrs. Henderson ,a special guest from the charity board appeared at her elbow."Absolutely magical." The words slipped out smooth as silk, her society smile never wavering. "The cause couldn't have asked for better support.""You looked stunning up there during your speech, dear. Your grandfather would be so proud."Ava's fingers tightened imperceptibly around her clutch. "Thank you. That means everything."Mrs. Henderson patted her arm before gliding away toward the valet stand. Ava continued her measured pace to the parking garage, nodding to other departing guests, her spine straight, her breathing controlled.The car door slammed shut with a satisfying thud. Silence.Ava's hands trembled as she reached behind her neck, fumbling with the diamond necklace clasp. The earrings followed, dropping into her

Phoebe McQueen set her porcelain teacup on its saucer carefully,wiping her lips delicately with a napkin, the gentle clink barely audible above the tea house's ambient music. Across from her, Madame Dubois consulted her leather-bound notebook, occasionally glancing up with knowing eyes. "The Whitmore daughter recently returned from Switzerland," Madame Dubois said, her French accent lending elegance to each word. "Accomplished pianist, speaks four languages, and her father's shipping empire would complement McQueen Industries beautifully." Phoebe nodded, smiling politely, though her mind wandered to Victoria. The girl had potential, but potential didn't erase bloodlines. McQueen Industries needed strategic alliances, not romantic entanglements with illegitimate daughters. Her phone vibrated against the table. Victoria's name appeared on the screen. Phoebe declined the call and returned her attention to the matchmaker. "The Harrison family also has an eligible daughter," Madame D

Two days after her phone call with Phoebe, Victoria sat across from the Phoebe in the McQueen family's private sitting room.Afternoon light filtered through silk curtains, casting everything in golden warmth, but Victoria's hands trembled as she reached for her teacup."Thank you for meeting with me, Phoebe." Her voice caught slightly. "I wasn't sure you'd want to see me after... after what I heard."Phoebe's expression softened with concern. "What you heard? Victoria, darling, what's troubling you?"Victoria's eyes filled with tears. She set her cup down with shaking hands. "I know about the matchmaker. About the other women you're considering for Ethan.""Oh, sweetheart..." Phoebe cooed, her heart twisting with guilt as she watched Victoria try to hold back her tears."Please, let me finish." Victoria's voice broke completely now, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I understand why you need to look at other options. I know what people say about my... my background. My father never ma

Daniel Forcadoes stared at the phone in his hand, the dial tone buzzing mockingly in his ear. He set it down with a sharp click and shook his head. "What's gotten into him?" He flicked the newspaper clipping between his fingers, whistling low. "Why's he so uptight all of a sudden?" The coffee shop bustled around him, morning commuters rushing past his corner table. He spread the newspaper flat, the bold headline screaming up at him in block letters that had shaken the business world just twenty-four hours ago. CARDWELL INDUSTRIES UNVEILS TRUE HEIRESS IN SHOCKING PRESS CONFERENCE "Really unexpected though," he muttered, scanning the article. "How dramatic." He cleared his throat and read aloud to himself, his voice barely audible above the espresso machine's hiss. "Yesterday felt like a dream as the country's top conglomerate introduced Ava Reynolds as the long-lost granddaughter of the Cardwell family. Their lawyers and press team confirmed she is indeed the princess who will in