All Chapters of Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Melissa's POV~Roberts heart shattering declaration left me dazed for a subtle moment. With the bitter realization that now stared me keenly in the eyes, sinking in. I could have sworn I felt my heart literally drop down to my rib cage. My head spun as though I was being plunged deep into a black hole.How was it easy for him to utter such an unsettling pronouncement? I wondered. Was I truly that worthless to be discarded like soiled rags after serving my purpose? “Here! Sign it, so we can finally put this sham of a marriage behind us” he spat out another batch of venomous words, each one striking harder than the last, that had barely even sunk in. My teary eyes glare at him, hoping to see a little bit of remorse? empathy? or anything at all. But the man who stood hovering above me glared back with an icy sneer, as he stretched out his hands that clasped onto a neatly folded white envelope. “Why are you doing this Robert?” “What do you mean we're getting a divorce?" I mumbled

~Melissa~“We’re getting a divorce” “Sign the papers Melissa!” “Wait...... Robert? Please” “Your no longer my responsibility” ***********************The echoed sounds of my last memories [which felt more like nightmares] jolted me awake. My eyelids twitched and felt heavy, as though I had been in an eternal slumber. Before they fluttered open........as I slowly regained consciousness. The lights above me were too bright, blurring my vision. “Thank heavens.........Doctor! Come quick, she's finally awake” I hear a female voice in the background call out. The sterile scent of antiseptic wafted in the air filling up my nostrils. With the faint sound of beeping monitors beside me, making me realize I was in a hospital room despite my mind being a hazy mess. My body limbs felt sore and heavy.....most especially my legs, with every attempt to move being futile. Mixed with a dull, throbbing pain in my head. “Urgh”. What happened to me?I silently winced out, asking no one in parti

~Melissa’s POV~Stepping out of the airport, a cool gust of wind brushed against my skin and make-up contoured face, roughly tussling my chestnut brown hair. As an unfamiliar sensation surges through me. Liberation? Freedom? or perhaps Power?. I couldn't tell for sure, but it sure felt damn good. Two years had breezed by in a jiffy.Two years, I had spent navigating the hallowed halls of European business schools, forging connections and meticulously crafting my persona to slip into the role of my new status......as an heiress, and CEO of Cassagrande holdings. Currently the No.#1 thriving hospitality firm in the country and it was all mine to claim. My pastel blue tailored blazer felt like a second layer of skin, as my heels clicked with purpose on the tarmac below. Each step, a declaration...... I was ready!. "Welcome back, Miss Cassagrande”. the family chauffeur, Mr. Anderson, greeted, with his usual stoic face softened by a rare smile. Standing beside the sleek black Mercedes AM

William? Boyfriend?. I stuttered, feeling confused at the absurd claim, the man who stood before me, nursing his bruised jaw had made. As my fists gradually unclenched, my body slacked, and the adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins now receded, leaving me feeling weak and lightheaded. William?. My breathe hitched. The name felt foreign on my tongue, and didn't ring any bells. Not until he let go of his jaw, stepping out of the shadows that concealed his face, as the moon's glow illuminated his features. That's when I recognized him. The same William, whose picture sat on Isabella’s nightstand, the one I’d seen and dismissed as a mere acquaintance. But clearly I was mistaken, now knowing he was much more than that. The terror began to recede, replaced by a fresh wave of confusion and a prickle of guilt for striking him. “What the hell, Isabella?” he groaned, his hand still cupped around his jaw. “Did you really forget me that quickly? Or is this just another one of you

~Isabella’s POV~ Stretching out my hands, I gathered a hand full of paper towels from the table and dabbed all over my blazer to lessen the stain, but the damage had already been done. “Who the hell are you?” I thundered the question, darting my eyes back at the woman with a victorious smirk stretched across her lips, still clutching the empty wine glass in her hands. Stepping forward, “Your lucky it's just wine instead of chemical acid” she bluntly threatened. “Consider this a lesson to teach you to stay away from someone else's boyfriend!”. raising her voice she threw the accusation, alerting everyone around us in the cafe. As prying eyes now glared in our direction witnessing the drama that unfolded between us. My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” I exclaimed, clearly bewildered by her utterance. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, with my face twisted into a scowl, irritated by her behavior but mostly her audacity. She doesn't respond, but instead takes anothe