Chapter 11

Karl’s POVThe ballroom erupted. Conversations exploded from every direction as people rushed toward the Frost family.I couldn't hear any of it. My eyes remained fixed on Elara.She descended the staircase slowly, her hand resting lightly on her father's arm. Her silver gown shimmered beneath the lights and every person in the room seemed drawn toward her, including me.No… Especially me because I couldn't stop staring.This wasn't possible. Elara was an orphan. That was what she had told me, what everyone believed.Then how was she standing beside one of the most powerful men in the country?"Karl?" Lilith's voice sounded distant.I didn't answer.The Frost patriarch guided Elara toward the center of the ballroom as guests immediately surrounded them, congratulations filling the air.The crowd surrounded the Frost family and Elara as they showered her with compliments, laughter, and warm smiles.Everyone wanted a moment with the Frost heiress and Elara smiled back. It wasn't the nerv

Chapter 12

Elara’s POVThe morning after the banquet, I woke up to twenty-three unread messages. Every single one came from Karl.I stared at the screen for several seconds before handing the phone to my brother."Make him disappear."My brother looked delighted. "With pleasure."I watched as he blocked Karl's number then his email. Then apparently several other numbers Karl had already started using."How many phones does this man have?" I asked.My brother snorted. "How many times did he call?""Twenty-three."His expression darkened immediately. "Pathetic."I couldn't argue with that. For some reason, Karl suddenly wanted answers.Three years of marriage and he wanted answers now. Too late. I had spent enough time chasing him. Now it was his turn to be ignored.My brother stood up. "Dad wants to see you."That immediately made me suspicious. "Why?""He said it's important.""Those are dangerous words."My brother laughed. "Come downstairs."—An hour later, I found myself sitting inside my fat

Chapter 13

Elara’s POVI hadn't slept properly in days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elara standing at the top of that staircase. Looking confident, beautiful, and untouchable.Then I remembered the look in her eyes when she spoke to me. There had been absolutely nothing there. The realization bothered me more than I wanted to admit.I sat inside my office staring at the divorce papers spread across my desk and my signature stared back at me.Three years of marriage were gone just like that. The lawyer had verified that the divorce documents were legal and recognized so I wasn't married to Elara again and I had no proof of signing the document under duress.A knock interrupted my thoughts."Come in."The door opened and my grandfather entered. The moment I saw his expression, I knew something was wrong.He looked furious again. I was getting tired of that look."Grandfather—""Sit down."I frowned. "I'm already sitting.""Good." He tossed a thick file onto my desk.The folder landed heavily

Chapter 14

Elara’s POVThree days after the banquet, my father insisted that I attend my first official charity gala as a Frost.Apparently, disappearing for fifteen years and suddenly returning wasn't enough. The city now wanted interviews, photographs, business appearances, and endless public events.I was beginning to understand why my brother complained so much."I still think I should be allowed to fake a fever."My father looked unimpressed. "You are twenty-five years old.""Exactly. That's old enough to decide I don't want to attend."My brother laughed from across the room. "You say that now, but wait until everyone starts praising you."I narrowed my eyes. "Traitor."He grinned. "I learned from the best."My father looked pleased with himself.—An hour later, I found myself standing inside one of the largest hotels in the city.Crystal chandeliers hung overhead while guests filled the ballroom. Cameras flashed constantly as reporters documented every moment of the event.The moment I en

Chapter 15

Elara’s POVThree Months LaterThe morning sun spilled across the Frost Empire construction site as reporters, investors, and city officials gathered beneath the massive white tent erected near the waterfront.I stood beside my father and brother, staring at the building behind us.The project was finally complete. It was a children's recovery center. A place for abused, abandoned, and missing children. A place where children like the girl I used to be could find safety again.My fingers tightened around the ceremonial ribbon scissors."You look nervous," my brother said.I glanced at him. "I'm about to speak in front of hundreds of people.""You survived being married to Karl Varek," he replied. "You'll survive this."I burst out laughing.My father shook his head. "You two are impossible."The laughter eased my nerves immediately. Three months ago, I couldn't have imagined this version of my life. Three months ago, I was living in a mansion where I wasn't wanted. Three months ago, I

All Chapters of Divorced Before He Knew I Was an Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15