Novel & Cerita Divorce Heiress

All eyes turned as Marcelline entered. There was a collective pause. Whispers rippled across the room. For years, these men and women had seen her in the shadows of Rowan Adair, the dutiful wife at gala dinners, never more than a quiet ornament at his side. Now she entered not as Rowan’s appendage, but as Marcelline Odette, heiress of Odette Global Holdings. Her suit was tailored ivory silk, crisp against her luminous skin. Minimal jewelry, understated yet commanding. She carried herself with a serenity that dared anyone to dismiss her.

She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come? I felt a strange ache settle in my chest like my heart was caught between disbelief and regret. What happened to her after our divorce? Where has she gone? And how did she become the heiress of the King's Empire? I watched her carefully. Her dress, long and black, clung perfectly to her curves. Her makeup was soft but flawless and her hair flowed in elegant waves. She has a beauty that has always been there but now, it's mixed with power and pride and something else...

"Public divorce records confirm the finalized separation from you was processed three days ago. The timeline lines up exactly with the article." I stared at him. "Say that again." I said. "The timeline lines up." He repeated, slower this time, I might have missed something in the wording. "She was already Hart Global's heir before any of this happened. The company filing yesterday just made it official." I stood up from my desk and walked toward the window, needing the distance, needing something else to look at besides that photograph sitting on my desk with her face captured, calm and untouched by whatever storm apparently been building around her for years.

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

She stammered. “What are you even saying? How can we be needed?" “She is saying Salindra is a bloody billionaire heiress, Madam Celine!” I shouted suddenly, startling everyone and rising to my feet with murderous eyes. Silence instantly fell in the room as the two girls were watching me with rumpled faces. “She is not even Salindra, to begin with,” I added with a lowered voice but angry. “My woman, the same person you all compelled me to reject, is apparently the one and only daughter of the Harrington. Dr. Isabella Harrigton.”

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

I wish he was here to see how far I have gone, I wish he could see that I fulfilled his dying wish. But Mason was right, I make a very good Heiress, and my father will always remain a proud dad because today marks a year since I became CEO of white nova robotics. Nova was my second name, and my dad had made sure to name his achievement after him like he knew one day it would be mine. I looked down at my hands, the diamond ring on my finger sparkled under the light of the stars and moon. It felt heavy because it cost a fortune and Mason had given it to me.

What’s more, to help Joe get the inheritance, Vanessa even accepted the contracted marriage to him. Now, the man whom she loved with all her heart was standing in front of her with a straight face, asking her to sign the divorce agreement. Wordlessly, she picked up the pen resting on the document and applied her signature. She dropped it and made her way into her room. She began to methodically put all of her belongings into a suitcase. Shoes, clothes, toiletries, in they went. As she zipped up the suitcase, something caught her attention. A framed picture of them on their wedding day. She put it into the box. After all, he would have no use for it.

She probably had never attended such occasions before, dressed meticulously in a deep V-neck dress that showcased her impressive career line and a high-slit design that teased her thighs. "Divorce him." The wealthy heiress spoke almost commandingly. Jessica widened her eyes. "What did you say??" "I said, divorce him." The wealthy heiress crossed her arms, handing over a check. "Fill in the amount yourself." It was quite bold. I never expected that one day, the identity of Mrs. Frost would encounter such a situation. A mistress or third party asking me to fill out a check to scram. Even though the one standing in front of her was Jessica, a counterfeit.