Novel & Cerita The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again

She just wanted to sever all legal ties to me. The rejection stung worse than any physical wound I ever received. I spent five years building an empire to secure her future, and she walked away from it with nothing but the clothes on her back. I flipped to the last page and saw her signature signed in dark ink. Arabella Bellini. She signed the papers while she was recovering from major surgery. She planned this, and she executed it the moment she woke up.

My grip tightened around my champagne glass. No. That wasn't possible. The woman continued descending the staircase then she lifted her head completely and our eyes met. The glass slipped from my hand as the crystal shattered across the floor, and the sound echoed through the silent ballroom. I barely heard it because the woman standing at the center of the staircase wasn't a stranger. It was Elara, my wife. The woman who had left me. The woman I believed was an orphan. The woman I had just divorced was Elara Frost. The Frost family's long-lost heiress.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

“Dad—” “Now, Jacob.” The hall outside was all marble and silence. Brian lit a cigarette, flicking ash onto a Ming vase. “You still owe me fifty grand for the boat.” Jake stared at the closed study door. “He’s getting older.” “And?” “And he’s scared.” Brian blew smoke at the ceiling. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally drop dead.” The elevator dinged. A maid scurried past, eyes downcast. Jake’s phone buzzed—a “Times” alert: Vanguard Group Secures Brunei Energy Deal, Outbids Reagan Conglomerate. He swiped it away. “What now?”

“Can we get this conversation over with? This is not how I planned to start my morning.” “Your wife…” “She’s not my wife, Maria, at least not yet,” I interrupted and closed my eyes. “Well, she waltzed down here, claiming she was the new Signora Thuthai and the estate now belonged to her.” “The estate belongs to Charlotte; it is part of the divorce agreement.” “Does your wife know this?” she asked, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Because coming here to harass an indisposed woman is rather distasteful.”

The press, elite business figures, and socialites had all gathered in the grand ballroom, dressed in their finest, sipping champagne under the golden chandeliers. It was a night of wealth, power, and influence, everything that came with the Devereux name. Alexis had attended out of obligation, not interest. Ever since she filed for divorce, she had been keeping a low profile, avoiding Julian and everyone associated with him. But tonight, she had to be here. It was for the company, and more importantly, for the charity causes she still cared about. She held her head high as she made her way through the crowd, nodding at familiar faces, forcing a polite smile when needed. But inside, she was e

The maid bowed again, "If you need anything, Miss Avery, please don't hesitate to call. I'll be just outside." Avery nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the maid's attentive service. "Thank you, I will," she replied, as the maid closed the door behind her, leaving Avery to unwind in her luxurious retreat. Avery fell onto the bed, her face turned upwards towards the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts. In a span of just weeks, her life had transformed in ways she never could have imagined. She had thought her world would end when Stephen divorced her without explanation, leaving her to seek refuge in her aunt Helen's old house.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

There was a video attached, and my hands gripped my phone tightly as I waited impatiently for it to load. “Are you okay, Clarissa?” Devan asked, noticing my mood. The video had just begun playing and in my shock, I said nothing in response but instead turned my phone towards him. He squinted for a bit as he glanced at my screen and I could see the shock on his face as he read the headlines and looked up at me. The first video was one of my presentations at the office earlier that week, but the shocker wasn't the video but the caption attached to it, which threw me off balance, revealing me as the heiress of the Montclair empire.

Not Amelia Blackwood. The pieces fit together with the kind of clean, undeniable clarity that made for exactly the sort of story Renata's editors lived for. A woman married into one of the country's most powerful families, divorced within days of her three-year anniversary, only to reemerge as the secret heir to an entirely separate fortune, one that by several conservative estimates exceeded even her ex-husband's. By midnight, the story was written and by two in the morning, it had cleared editorial review. By six, it was live on every major financial news platform in the country, accompanied by the six photographs Renata captured from her car and the old wedding photograph pulled from the