Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair Novels & Stories

But he didn't say any of that. "I'd like that," I lied. "I want to be a better wife to you." "I know you do. And I appreciate that." He reached across the table and took my hand, his thumb rubbing circles on my palm. The gesture probably looked intimate to anyone watching. To me, it felt like a collar tightening around my neck. "There's something else," he said. "Something important." Here it comes. "There's been some news in the business world. The Salvadore heiress has resurfaced after disappearing for over a year. Every company in the city is scrambling to get a meeting with her, including mine."

“This is a big hospital Avery. Very expensive. If you divorce me, you can't afford your bills.” I held his gaze. “Tell me, have you had any guests since you came here? Maybe someone rich? Or more than one person,” he asked casually. I knew what he was doing. “Why ask?” Victor shrugged, then his face lit up. “You won't believe it darling. The heiress of Ardent industries had an accident the same night you did. Isn't that a shocking coincidence?” “People have accidents every time Victor. Nothing shocking about it.” “I know but… she has the same first name as you. There are too many coincidences.” He gave me a pointed look.

Like saying it would make it too real again. “He married her. Took her money. Turned her against her family. He used her to drain her family .... Bit by bit, he chipped away at her world until there was nothing left but him, the saviour and the problem all at once.” He paused. “She didn’t even realise what was happening until it was too late.” I swallowed hard. “What happened to her?” “She broke,” he said simply. “And then she disappeared. Not physically, but emotionally. Spiritually. The woman who raised me, was... she was gone before I was even born.”

Synopsis The ink on the $50 million breakup check was barely dry. I walked straight into the clinic, ready to end it. I was still sitting in the waiting room when some translucent words floated right in front of my face. [Oh no. Those are literally the only two kids Julian Brock will ever have!] [That idiot surgeon messed up during the kidney donation. Julian saved his precious ex, but he walked out completely sterile!] [She’s sitting on a multi-trillion-dollar empire and she's about to flush it down the toilet? Is she insane?] I froze right at the door. I turned around and bolted for the exit. Abort? Hell no. Meet my two little golden tickets.

But the confidence was gone. "You knew all along?" he asked. "Yes." "You're really Julian Sterling's sister?" "Yes." "You're the heiress to Sterling Global?" "Yes." He stared at me. "So the entire time..." "The entire time, you thought I was nobody." His jaw tightened. I did not need to say more. He knew. He remembered every time he had told me that I had nothing. Every time he had reminded me that he had paid my family's debt. Every time he had treated my existence in his house as a favor.

Barclay immediately shook her head. "That doesn't matter." A trace of guilt flashed across her face. "We owe you twenty-three years. We'll spend the rest of our lives making up for it." In the end, Vessara could only accept. That evening, Emilia refused to come down for dinner. No matter how many times the staff called her, she remained in her room. During dinner, Vessara learned something unexpected. Mrs. Barclay—Isabella White before her marriage—came from another prestigious old-money family.

Because the truth, Elle, Laura, the lies and the blackmail, was a bullet we couldn’t afford to take. Not now. I had come too far. I had lost too much. And in two days… two days, I will finally be Emory Black again. Wife. Heiress. Mother to his future children.

“What are you rehearsing for? Come here—I need to ask you something.” He huffed. “What?” “What are they doing about Vivienne’s role?” “They’re replacing her. I heard it’s someone from Longster—a new singer. Pretty, but no acting experience. Might be hard to watch.” He paused. “Oh—did you hear what happened to Vivienne?” “What happened?” Jason lowered his voice. “Her sugar daddy’s wife found out. Had her dragged into the street, beaten, and warned to leave the country—or next time she dies.” Isabella’s brows knit slightly.

I winced, a smile forming on my lips, another man who thought he knew me, I was going to humor him, “Well, tell me, who am I?” “You are a social climber, a fake, a lady who was brought up in wealth but never belonged, a lady filled with so much envy that she went ahead to fuck her sister's boyfriend and of course she gets pregnant and when the man despite being married to her, still didn't want her, asked her for a divorce, she went to sell herself out and lied she hustles her way to the top and now comes back faking that she is one of the social elite and is finding a way to get back her sister husband.” He smirked and then added, “How did I do?”

“To Emma Davis-Blake… may her fall be louder than her rise.” I didn’t raise mine. I didn’t need to. Because in my mind, I’d already started writing the headline. Billionaire’s Wife: What Is Emma Hiding? Only, we had no idea what she truly was hiding. And how the moment that truth came to light— Everything we planned would fall apart. Because some rises can’t be undone. And some women? They were born for fire.