All Chapters of The Wife He Divorced Became A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amelia's POVMy grandfather found me in my office late Thursday afternoon, a leather folder tucked under his arm and an expression that told me he had already anticipated my objection before I even heard what he was about to say."Hart Global's annual charity gala." He said, setting the folder on my desk. "It's held every year in early autumn. This year, given the circumstances, the board feels strongly that you should attend as the company's public representative."I glanced at the folder without opening it. "I've been in this role for exactly three weeks, Grandfather. I don't think I need to be the face of anything just yet.""On the contrary." He said, settling into the chair across from my desk with the unhurried ease that always meant he had no intention of losing this particular argument. "You've exposed a three million dollar embezzlement scheme, finalized two major contracts ahead of schedule, and earned yourself considerable respect across the financial press. I’d say you're

Amelia's POVThe gown Lily picked out for me was deep emerald green, structured perfectly along the shoulders, simple to avoid looking excessive but striking to hold a room's attention."You look like someone people should be nervous around." Lily said, adjusting the clasp of my necklace from behind while I studied my reflection in the full-length mirror. "In the best possible way.""That's not exactly the goal." I said."That's exactly the goal." She corrected, meeting my eyes in the mirror. "You're not walking into that ballroom as anyone's ex-wife tonight. You're walking in as the woman who exposed a three million dollar embezzlement scheme in her second week on the job."I smoothed the fabric at my waist, taking a slow breath."He's going to be there." I said."I know." Lily said, her tone softening. "Does that scare you?"I considered the question honestly. "No." I said, and meant it more than I expected to. "It unsettles me."Lily smiled and stepped back, studying the finished r

Amelia's POVThe request ran into the space, and for a moment, I was acutely aware of exactly how many people stood within earshot of the stage.Nearby conversations had already begun quieting, the particular attentiveness of a room full of people who understood social theater when they saw it unfolding. Adrian Kingsley, one of the country's most eligible billionaire investors, extended his hand toward Hart Global's newly appointed president in full view of the evening's most influential guests.Somewhere across the ballroom, I was aware, without needing to look, that Damian was still standing near the entrance.I hesitated only a moment, weighing the visibility of the gesture against the genuine ease I came to feel in Adrian's company over these past weeks of professional collaboration. There was nothing complicated in his expression. No calculation, no hidden agenda beyond simple, straightforward interest in sharing a dance."I'd be happy to." I said, offering my hand.A murmur move

Amelia's POVAs the applause following our dance ran out, Adrian guided me toward the edge of the floor, away from the immediate crowd still gathering for the evening's next dance."I realize," he said, a hint of amusement crossing his features, "that I asked you to dance before properly introducing myself. That was somewhat backward of me.""I'm aware of who you are, Mr. Kingsley." I said. "Kingsley Capital's reputation precedes you considerably.""Adrian." He corrected again, extending his hand this time in a more formal greeting. "And I'd like to properly introduce myself regardless. Adrian Kingsley. Founder and CEO of Kingsley Capital."I took his hand, matching his playful formality. "Amelia Hart. Acting President of Hart Global.""A pleasure." He said, his smile widening. "Genuinely."We stepped further toward the edge of the ballroom, near one of the tall windows overlooking the city skyline, the noise of the gala settling into a comfortable background hum."I wanted to properl

Amelia's POVCharles dropped me at the estate just after midnight, the gala's remaining energy still humming beneath my composed exterior as I climbed the front steps and let myself inside.My grandfather was awake, seated in the study with a book open on his lap that he clearly hadn't been reading, the way he often positioned himself when he intended to wait up for me regardless of the hour."You're still awake." I said, stepping into the doorway."I wanted to hear how the evening went before I retired." He said, setting the book aside. "Come sit."I crossed the room and settled into the armchair across from him, slipping off my heels with relief and tucking my feet under me the way I had done in this exact chair as a teenager, back when this room felt larger and more intimidating than it did now."Well?" He prompted."It went well." I said. "The opening remarks landed the way I hoped. The embezzlement coverage seems to have genuinely shifted how people view the leadership transitio