Novel & Cerita Divorced Heiress Sarah And Alexander

My signature was already there, bold and black. "Is this some kind of joke?" Nikolai’s voice was a low growl. "You don't divorce me, Rachelle. We have a merger. We have legacies." "The merger is safe. My father and I have already discussed the restructuring of the Veronesi-Santoro distribution deal. You'll keep your margins, but you lose the wife." I stood up, smoothing out my skirt. "I’ve spent three years being the 'ice queen' wife you hated. I’ve spent three years watching you buy her jewelry with the money my family helped you consolidate. I'm bored, Nikolai. Truly, deeply bored of you."

It was cold and empty, the house didn’t feel like a home at all. “I still love you.” I stared at the message for a long time before closing message window and turning off the phone. Later, he sent me messages often. They mostly about trivial things, with one exception. Sarah had drunk alcohol during her pregnancy, and the child was born with congenital issues, passing away less than six months later. She finally got the divorce she wanted, but she left with nothing. She came to see Alex, but he refused to accept her. Sarah had always loved money. To make more, she went to work as an escort, and after that, Alex lost track of her.

“You’re forgetting something and it’s called Alexandro King. We can’t live in your place together, you’re married, you’d go back to him and I’ll be alone. If I’m going to be alone, I’d rather be here, in Paris.” I opened my mouth to defend that and then I realized I hadn’t decided what to do with Alexandro. “I might have forgotten to tell you something,” Sarah said, her eyes mischievous like she was up to something. “What?” I asked, wondering what this little devil might be up to.

Sarah didn't even look at him with a bit of gratitude or tenderness, quite the opposite, she looked at him with annoyance, just with a firm step she started to leave Alex's room, but he grabbed her a bit forcefully by the arm. "Let go of me you're hurting me Alexander" Sarah jerked out of his grip. "I don't want to hurt you Sarah, I never wanted to, tell me why you are making this drastic last-minute decision, what happened while I wasn't home?" Alexander was completely consumed with grief. "Nothing happened Alexander, I demand that you don't look for me or bother me anymore, my destiny is somewhere else, now I just want to get out of here, leave me alone." Sarah left the mansion without eve

Of course, of course, when you found a woman with a million on banks in a vulnerable state, you took advantage of her to jam-packed your pocket with some easy money. The yelling woman was Sarah Parker, the proprietor of a textile company. Sarah’s father, Mr. Daniel, passed away a year ago due to cardiac arrest, leaving his hard work and a great deal of fortune for his daughter. Sarah was divorced from her first husband with a son. An Aussie man whom she met on her trip with friends in Paris. They fell in love, got married after three days of the meeting, and moved to Australia. The fairy tale didn’t last long as, after a year and a half later, she was divorced and moved back to Chicago with

“Late? I’ve been waiting five years for you to look at me like I matter again. I guess I missed the memo that our marriage had an expiration date.” Finally, he turned. His eyes – the same deep amber that had once made her heart race – were cold as winter. At thirty-two, Alexander Cross was already one of New York’s most powerful CEOs, head of Cross Industries, a conglomerate that touched everything from real estate to high fashion. He’d built his empire on precision and control. Their marriage had been his first and only failure.

Sarah said casually. I lost it completely. "You evil witch! How dare you! How dare you come into my house, sleep with my husband, and talk about my dead baby!" "Your husband?" Sarah stood up. "Honey, he was never really yours. He was always mine. I was just letting you borrow him for a while." "Get out!" I screamed. "Both of you, get out of my house!" "We're not going anywhere," Alex said. "You are." "This is my home!"

The tension hung heavily, but the silence didn't last long before Richard finally broke it with a dismissive scoff. "I'm tired of all this, Bianca," he said coldly. "And now that my grandfather is dead, there's no longer any reason for me to keep pretending. I think it's finally time for you to disappear from my life." My brows furrowed. "What do you mean by that?" Without answering immediately, Richard pulled out a stack of documents and thrust them toward me. "I'm done with this marriage, Bianca. Sign the divorce papers. Right now."

She listened. He said he had made catastrophic financial decisions in the years after the divorce. He had trusted people he shouldn't have trusted, pursued ventures that had seemed like the recovery of what he had lost and had accelerated the loss instead. The Vivienne connection, which had been an embarrassment before, had become a liability after Vivienne's actions became public knowledge. His name in connection with hers had closed doors that had previously been open.

It required legacy wealth. And then I saw the name. At first, I thought exhaustion was playing tricks on me. I leaned closer to the screen, my pulse loud in my ears. The identifier wasn’t listed directly, of course, it wasn’t. But the trust structure, the holding pattern, the pharmaceutical investment history buried three layers down… Alexandro. The name landed like a blow to the chest. Freda’s former fiancé. The heir to a pharmaceutical empire that spanned continents and regulatory agencies. A man whose wealth didn’t just buy influence, it built it.