All Chapters of From Discarded Wife, Now the Untouchable Heiress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stood there in the kitchen long after Damon had gone upstairs. The pasta I'd cooked was completely cold now and the sauce on it had thickened into a sad, sticky mess. I stared at it like it could somehow tell me why everything hurt so much. Why did this one feel different? He had brought random women home before, too many times. I would hide in my room with earphones in, trying to drown out their laughter and moans. But those girls never got gifts. They never made him dress up or smile like that. But this particular one… this one was getting something real from him. And that terrified me. I started cleaning up, scraping the pasta into the bin and washing the pots. Wiping the counters so hard until my hands hurt. I was ready to do anything to keep moving so I wouldn’t fall apart right there on the kitchen floor. “Three years, Hazel. Three years you’ve done this.” I have been in love with this man since I first saw him at a gala after-party I attended with my parents at ninet

I answered Damon’s call with shaking hands while still sitting in the car outside the club.“Hello?” My voice came out small.“Where the fuck are you, Hazel?” His tone was sharp and annoyed. “I thought I saw you at the club. Were you following me?”I swallowed hard before replying trying to keep my voice from shaking and betraying me. “Me?... following you? No that wasn't me. I'm still at home.”There was a pause on his end. “Are you sure? I thought I saw someone who looked just like you.”“Well, I already said it wasn't me. It's late…what time are you coming–” But the line went dead before I could finish my sentence.I sat there staring at my phone for a long time. Then I started the car and drove back to the mansion. By the time I pulled into the driveway, my eyes were so swollen I could barely see.The house was quiet when I walked in. Too quiet. Most of the guards weren't home, just the security that watched the house the others had gone out with Damon. I kicked off my shoes and

The next morning came too fast. I woke up with swollen eyes and a heavy heart, but for the first time in three years, I felt relieved, like I could finally be free from this hell. I grabbed the printed copies of the divorce papers, signed my part with a steady hand, and walked straight to Damon’s home office before I could change my mind. My fingers gripped the papers tightly as I pushed the door open. Damon was sitting behind his desk with Melissa sitting on his laps, they were busy making out. Devouring each other's lips like they couldn't get enough. The scene made my blood boil but I couldn't say or do anything because this was the end of it. I cleared my throat and they both turned to me, Damon's looked nothing like something who has been caught cheating, not embarrassed. Melissa looked irritated, like I had no right to interrupt her lovely moment. When he saw the papers in my hand, that familiar cruel smirk appeared on his face. “Well, well,” he said, leaning back. “Look

I tried to jump out of the way, but my legs were too slow. The black car came to a sudden, screeching halt just inches from my body. The force of my backward stumble made me lose balance completely and I fell hard onto the cold asphalt, my palms scraping against the rough ground. One of my suitcases tipped over beside me with a loud thud. Two other sleek cars parked right behind the black SUV. Then all the doors opened at once. Not just the driver's door. Every single door of the three cars swung open at the same time and men poured out, moving fast and silent and perfectly coordinated. I counted at least six of them before I lost track. They were all dressed in black suits, all broad and alert, and every single one of them had a weapon visible somewhere on their body. They spread out around the car immediately, scanning the road in both directions like they were looking for a threat, hands hovering near their holsters. Two of them positioned themselves closest to the back door

I woke up late the next morning, to sunlight streaming through the windows in my room. For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying everything from the night before–the board with all those photos of me, Kai’s intense eyes, the way he had carried me inside like I already belonged to him.It still felt unreal.I got up, washed my face, and changed into one of the simple outfits that had been left for me in the closet. When I stepped out of the bedroom, the staff immediately appeared, smiling warmly.“Good morning, Miss Rossi,” the older maid said. “Mr. Valentino left instructions to give you anything you want. What would you like for breakfast?”I was surprised someone was actually asking what I’d have for breakfast. “Coffee and scrambled eggs would be fine.” I replied trying to hide my shocked looking face. The older maid smiled at me, “Of course, Miss Rossi, I'll make it ready in a few minutes.” Then she turned to leave but I called her back. “How would y