Novel & Cerita Divorced Heiress Sarah And Alexander

“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.

"Hah, enough! I gave you far more than Sarah in our seven years of marriage. Even exceeded what I gave her! Haven't I done enough for you?" "Scarlett, stop lying. You never cared about me - you only cared about the luxuries I could give you. Sarah never fought for anything, so why did you have to push her to the edge?" "Since you hate her so much, you don't need to keep using her heart anymore." Scarlett suddenly felt afraid, clutching her chest: "What- what do you mean?" Alexander smiled chillingly: "Of course I mean giving Sarah's heart back to her. She's the rightful owner."

"Now. What happened?" I sigh heavily before explaining the entire situation to her, clarifying a few points. There is no point in hiding anything. She's obviously already seen the video and just wants to hear it all from my mouth. When I tell her about how Ella and I are now divorced, she gasps. "You what?! You divorced her for that–that immature brat in that god awful video?!" "No, Ella was the one who wanted the divorce–" I try to defend myself. "And you just let her walk away?! Shame on you, George Wickham! Your mother raised a better man than that, and I raised a better grandson than that! Go get her back this instant!"

He then stood up and walked past Sarah, who was still enjoying her breakfast. Alex got into his car. On the drive to the office, he thought about the conversation he had with his mother, Celine, on the phone last night. "Make sure all Albert's assets end up in your hands." "But, Mom, what if they're already in their son's name, Prince?" "Don't be foolish, Alex. If you can marry Sarah, everything will be much easier." "But Sarah already has a boyfriend, and they're planning to get engaged soon," Alex replied, sounding unenthusiastic.

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

"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.

Alex's POV. We all gathered at Ryder's wedding, witnessing the heartfelt exchange of vows between Ryder and Bella. Their hurried marriage brought back memories of my own wedding day, where I had first laid eyes on Sarah. But after she left, things took a painful turn. I tried countless times to meet her, to explain myself, but she refused to hear me out. Her parents, adamant in their disapproval, forbade me from entering their home. It was absurd - I was her husband, not some boyfriend they could simply cast aside. I pleaded with them, insisting that I had changed, that I wanted to be with her, but they turned a deaf ear.

"No, you don't have to work for me anymore. We are getting divorce and it's my last day in this mansion." She said and they stepped back nodding. Sarah get in the car and drove towards her apartment with heavy heart. For some reason she wanted him to stop her, to deny the divorce and take her back. But she can't really expect that from him. This new beginning didn't felt really exciting. Xavier finished his call but till then the letter Sarah wrote flew from the desk and fell on the ground due to wind from the open window, leaving only divorce papers on the table. Xavier turned around and saw the envelope, he was about to open it but Richard came in at the same time.

“Calm down, Lana.” “You said you love Mr. Nash. What went wrong?” Lana continued sobbing. Haley didn't know what to tell her. Her divorce must be a huge shock to the maid, But- A shuffling sound came from the other end as if someone snatched the phone from the maid. Then came that annoying voice! “They're divorcing, because Haley doesn't match Will's status,” Leah snickered. “Poor filthy girls like you always think you can live the high life by snagging rich upper-class men!”

She built her career and helped Damien create an empire, showing that a woman’s success is not defined by her relationship status but by her determination and resilience. Final Words Married to the Heir is a story of love, redemption, and self-discovery. It’s a reminder that true happiness comes not from wealth or power but from the people who choose to stand by you, love you, and support your dreams. To every reader who has been part of this journey, thank you for believing in Sienna and Damien’s love story. Their journey may have ended, but the lessons they’ve taught us will live on. Thank you for being part of this unforgettable experience.