Novel & Cerita Divorced Heiress Sarah And Alexander

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

“He bought the gallery and gave it back to her. But that wasn’t the end of it. I dug deeper, and it turns out Scarlett’s been working with him, feeding him information about your family… about you.” The room felt like it tilted on its axis; I gripped the edge of my desk, trying to keep the shock from overwhelming me. “She… what?” Claire’s voice dropped, her expression becoming more intense as she leaned forward slightly. “And there’s more. Scarlett might’ve even had a hand in orchestrating your divorce from your ex from what I see. Xander needed leverage, and Scarlett used her position to get close to you. Worse, there’s evidence she was involved in poisoning you.”

Everyone else wore formal attire, competing to show off their most expensive and elegant clothes. James and Charlotte were chatting with others when Charlotte first spotted Sarah. Seeing her unremarkable white dress that barely qualified as formal wear, Charlotte felt nothing but contempt. Lucy whispered beside her, "Everyone in East Coast knows Vivian's back. Zachary's been by her side for days. Look at Sarah's face - she must have been dumped." Avoiding James's attention, Charlotte agreed, "Well, Miss Sanders is divorced after all. Vivian is the cherished heiress of the Wilson family, raised in luxury, and their families are old friends. It's no surprise Sarah can't compete."

“You shouldn’t be too relaxed. You should be working hard to increase your popularity.” Alicia had just descended the staircase when Andy abruptly stopped talking. Without a word, he turned and began to walk back up the stairs. Halfway up, his phone started ringing. He answered, and Luke’s voice came tinnily through the speaker. “Boss, Mr. Alexander is planning to divorce his wife, Beatrice. He’s already removed her and Winnie from his estate. They no longer have any claim to his properties.” Andy pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking deeply. After a brief pause, he asked, “Does my wife support her father doing that?”

“Worth it.” My phone rang. Not Clara. Not Jason. Not Margaret or Julian or my father or anyone connected to this week. A number I didn’t recognise. International prefix. Different country code from Eleanor’s Portugal number. I answered it. Silence for a second. Then a voice. Male. Older. Calm in the specific way of someone who had spent a lifetime being calm in situations that would have unmade most people. “Ms. Miller,” he said. “My name is Robert Vane. I was the primary client’s legal counsel for fifteen years.” A pause. “I’m calling because my former client has asked me to deliver a message.” Another pause, longer this time. “He says the network is only half the story. He says you found t

If he knew earlier that vile woman trapped his father for money, he would have protected his father much earlier. Thanks to Nyra, his father will get rid of those parasites for good now, Drake thought. After the lawyers were seated in the study, Sarah was called over to sign the agreement. Sarah along with Caroline and a limping frightened Carlos came down the stairs, with the maids bringing their packed luggage. "The divorce agreement is ready. Read it and sign on it" Roland suggested. Sarah is so arrogant that Roland has nothing now, she didn't even read what is written on the agreement properly, before signing on it.

I nodded, my hands shaking as I dialed. Alex's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a menacing glare. "This isn't over, Sarah." Alex's face turned beet red as he held up the divorce papers. "You think you can serve me?" he spat, his voice venomous. "You think you can just end our marriage like that?" Titan's barks grew louder. Emily stood frozen beside me, her eyes wide with concern. "Sarah, maybe we should get out of here," she whispered. But I stood rooted, my eyes locked on Alex.

"Besides your looks, can't you grow a brain?" His voice was deadly quiet now, which was somehow worse than his earlier shouting. "Sage was married to me for six years. She worked alongside me to build this pack from nothing." Marcus began pacing like a caged animal. "Even our main livestock industry was her idea, and she made it hugely successful. She found the distributors, negotiated the contracts, managed the finances." His voice grew more strained with each word. "Now the news of my divorce from her and relationship with you is public - didn't you think about the consequences?"

“I’m coming back anyway,” she muttered under her breath. “To take back what’s mine and avenge my mom’s death.” Amber had spent most of her life pretending that marriage arrangement did not exist. At four years old, she lost her mother. At four years old, she also lost her home. Before she died, Amber Shaw’s mother arranged her marriage to the heir of the Winchester family, the most powerful family on the Upper East Side. The memories still lived vividly inside her mind no matter how hard she tried to bury them. Her father did not even wait long after the funeral before marrying his mistress openly. The woman moved into the Shaw mansion like she had always belonged there, taking over everythi