Divorced Heiress Sarah And Alexander Novels & Stories

“Excuse me?” She straightened slightly, satisfaction written all over her face. “You heard me.” I scoffed. “That’s rich coming from a woman sneaking around with another woman’s husband.” “Another woman’s husband?” Sarah repeated with fake surprise. “Natasha, aren’t you forgetting something? You’re getting divorced.” “Not yet,” I corrected sharply. “The papers still haven’t been signed.” Sarah smirked like she had already won. “But you signed them,” she replied. “Maybe Duncan is just giving you time to reconsider because without him…” her gaze swept over me slowly, “you really don’t have much left.”

But if only he knew that with every plan or plot he designated, Alexandra had already thought ahead of him, shooting bullet holes in every last one of them and ruining his efforts before he could take the first step against her. Hugh didn't know a lot about Alexandra and that was the first flaw in his 'perfect plan.' He barely ever paid ears to any rumor that didn't concern him and his daughter and from what his source was able to discover on her, very little detail explaining how she had lost her parents at a young age, disappeared for years after marrying Lucien Albrecht and then suddenly surfaced as the head of Grey Enterprise a week after she had divorced the male. No other detail was gi

Then Sarah looked at Victoria. “Did you love me when you signed those contracts?” Victoria's face broke. “Yes.” “How?” “I don't know.” “Did you think about me?” “Yes.” “And still?” “Yes.” Sarah cried harder. “That's worse.” Victoria nodded. “Yes.” No defense. Current Helen stepped forward. “Sarah.” She raised a hand. “No.” Helen stopped. Sarah wiped her face. “I need later.” Both Helens nodded. “Later.” Victoria looked at the corporate records. “I can explain the expansion.”

Hermione grimaced but didn't pull away. “Listen here.” Sarah’s voice was low, shaking with barely contained fury. “Rhys Huxley was the most prominent bachelor in this capital. I’ve had my eyes on him for years. Years. How dare you trap him?” She tightened her grip. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away from him before I lose my temper. Divorce him. Marry an old man for all I care. Just let him go.” Hermione stared at her for a long moment. Then, quietly, she said, “Before I do that, tell me something.”

************* *RENEE* I stared at the number at the door of the private room and confirmed it to be the one Sarah had booked. I unlocked the door and walked in. And there she was,my beautiful friend talking a sip of her cocktail. Sarah was the sole heiress of a very rich family.When we first met,I thought she was spoiled and arrogant but after getting to know her,I realized that she was such a sweet person and a great friend to me. “Let me officially congratulate you on your wedding,Renee!”Sarah let out,raising her glass to me. I rolled my eyes.”There’s nothing to congratulate me for.And I don’t really want to talk about that jerk.”

Alex and Sophia stood up as well with me. Ryder's face turned red with rage and he took a step closer to me only for Alex to block him. "What do you want?" "She's my wife," Ryder told him as a fact, his eyes fixed on me with a possessive glare. "So, move out of the way." Sophia stepped forward as well. "She's not your wife anymore, Ryder. She has already signed the divorce papers." Ryder rolled his eyes and he lunged at Alex, "You're just a rebound, a distraction from her failed marriage," Ryder snarled at Alex. "So, don't try to be a hero."

A few days later, Alexander’s friends, refusing to give up, organized another dinner intervention. "Alex, look, we messed up last time. No more party girls. We want to introduce you to someone serious. Someone 'wife material'." The door to the private dining room opened, and a woman walked in. She was wearing a modest, cream-colored dress, her makeup minimal, her demeanor gentle. She had a six-year-old boy clinging to her hand. "This is Sarah. She’s a divorcee with a son. She has a heart of gold and loves taking care of people," his friend introduced eagerly. "Look, doesn't she remind you a little of Evelyn back in the day?"

“Unless Richard complies with the demands from people much more powerful than you realize, I’ll make sure every little detail about his past comes out. The shady deals, the mistakes, the secrets he’s kept even from you. And when I’m done, he’ll have nothing left.” I clenched my fists under the table, feeling a surge of anger. “You think that’ll bring him back to you? Destroying his life?” She laughed, a low, humorless sound. “Oh, Sarah. This isn’t about bringing him back. This is about making him regret ever walking away from me. And if you’re so desperate to protect him, you’ll tell him to comply. Because believe me, what’s coming for him will be far worse than anything you can imagine.”

Nikolai stepped even closer to me, pressing my body into his and wrapping a firm hand around my waist. “Meet my wife, Sarah Mezzeselma. No, I do not share. Shall we get to business or would you prefer to continue preying on younger women, Mr Lively?" Nikolai said, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head at the men. Nikolai had a good feet over the man making him even more intimidating. The man trembled as he shook his head. “Let's get to business. Forgive me for my mistake," the man apologized as he scrambled into the office. Nikolai looked at me then at a sofa at the far end of the office.

Alexander asked, letting out a small, tired smile. Arthur’s face softened. “I’m so sorry to hear about your wife. I only just found out.” The excitement in their eyes faded, replaced by shared sorrow. “Trouble hasn’t stopped since,” Alexander murmured, his voice strained. “Her father took her body, won’t even let me see her…my late…” His voice went down, choked with emotion. Arthur nodded sympathetically. “I’m sorry, Alexander. Have they set a date for her burial?” Alexander’s jaw tightened, and he tapped his fingertips against the desk. “The truth is, I made the worst mistake of my life divorcing her. Her father probably took her body because of it. I can’t stop thinking about it, it feels