The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again Novels & Stories

But he didn't say any of that. "I'd like that," I lied. "I want to be a better wife to you." "I know you do. And I appreciate that." He reached across the table and took my hand, his thumb rubbing circles on my palm. The gesture probably looked intimate to anyone watching. To me, it felt like a collar tightening around my neck. "There's something else," he said. "Something important." Here it comes. "There's been some news in the business world. The Salvadore heiress has resurfaced after disappearing for over a year. Every company in the city is scrambling to get a meeting with her, including mine."

Can never be her. "He's your husband, Alicia," Lilian reminds her, and she rolls her eyes. "My contracted husband. We're going to divorce later," She rolls her eyes, feeling a bit sad. "Yes, I know. But have you forgotten that you have to get pregnant before you come back? You don't have much time again, sweetheart. Besides, you can't get pregnant without him having sex with you, so can you just drop your ego for this one month, and do the needful?" Lilian reminds her, and she sighs briefly, laying on the bed again.

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.

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.

Wren Isabella's own marriage, arriving in her early thirties to a fellow researcher named David Osei whom she'd met through a joint case investigation, brought the family together once more for a wedding that carried, in its careful construction, deliberate echoes of every previous ceremony this garden had witnessed across nearly a century.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

A few of the more nervous guests shuffled toward the exits, only to remember, with dawning horror, that the doors were blocked by men with broad shoulders and harder faces. At the centre of the storm, Bella steadied herself and straightened her dress with a forced composure that betrayed her inner tremor. She moved forward, clutching at the remnants of pride, and announced in a voice pitched for confrontation, “Hi, I’m Bella, the Reynolds family’s heiress, this year’s city top scorer, and fiancée to Mr. Collins.” The list of titles was supposed to act like armour, expected to make people defer. She stepped closer to William, expecting the crowd to tilt back toward her, to recognize power and

I exclaimed, shocked to hear what she had to say about our divorce, “you think I divorced Dominic?” “Stop pretending like all you wanted wasn’t the monetary settlement you got from the divorce. You have it now and we now all know you’re a rich heiress but that shouldn’t stop you from trying to help my brother when all he has ever done is take your side.” She attacked me like I had just stepped on her toe or something.

“Now, all we need to do is prepare for the vow renewal ceremony. You know—get the right venue, something tasteful, maybe hire that orchestra your mom likes. And we’ll go full PR mode. You’ve already let the world know I’m your everything again, so let’s ride the wave.” She leaned down, kissed the top of his head gently—like a reward—and added with a sweet lilt, “The least you can do now is forget whatever silly divorce fantasy you were having. Let’s get married again. Let’s get richer. Let’s keep the brand alive. Okay, baby?” And with that, she turned on her heels, humming a tune as she walked out of the room in her silk robe, leaving the scent of expensive perfume hanging in the air like sm

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”