The Divorced Heiress's Hidden Identities Novels & Stories

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.

she said angrily as she turned walking on the other side making Octavius dumbfounded. He had forgotten that she was also rich and that despite the fact her sister thought she was dead and had taken some of her properties, it wasn't shocking that she had other properties that her family didn't know of. After all, it was the same for every young generation from wealthy families. They buy some houses in secret to avoid their families, him not being an exception. When he saw her walking further and without looking back, he sighed as he didn't know how he had gotten to this situation. He just wanted to tease her not make her afraid of him.

As soon as they broke apart, I heard him ask her if she had purchased everything she needed and she responded affirmatively. "Bye Lydia." The young woman hugged her and after they broke apart, Lydia walked out of the store holding hand in hand with that man. She didn't even look back but he did and stared at me intently with a stank look just before he shut the door to the store. So it was true that Lydia was following a wealthy man after our divorce? She had probably even been behind tarnishing my image…What if my mother is right about Lydia? "It's all done, Nathan. Now let's get some pizza, I'm hungry, tired and thirsty." Rachel announced handing me back my card all while interrupting my t

I got hit by a fever then and I could see the worried look on her face as she nursed me with her trembling hands, placing a cool towel on my forehead, worried that something might happen to me. She was so scared back then as she begged me not to make her a widow, but I was cold to her because of what I saw. I saw her telling someone that she wasn't married and that made me cold to her. Whenever my mother and sister even bullied her, I sometimes pretended not to notice. Until our divorce and her return, I never understood the reason why Maya would tell such a lie back then. It was when I found out that she hid her identity that I realized she must have been trying to hide her marriage, which

‘Don't be like the Vale heiress, who had everything but a man. ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who couldn't keep a man, or her family's properties.’ ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who was a jinx, a curse child, a bad luck to her parents and husband.’ ‘You can be anything but the Vale Heiress.’ I shut my eyes and opened them again, taking a deep breath. I continued reading the articles’ headline. > 'Inside the Sinclair-Vale Divorce: Exclusive Details' > 'Where Is Aurora Vale Now? Sources Say She's Gone Into Hiding'

"The world is going to see that Rossi label. They are going to look for you Hannah." "Let them look " I said. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "They will find a woman who works in a press house and buys her bread in the square. They will find a Trust that belongs to a village. They will not find an heiress. The Hidden Heiress died the day I returned the deed to Marco. What is left is me." I felt a sense of freedom. It was as if the last tie to my life had been cut. The long and difficult journey of my past the struggle and the revenge had been reduced to a fact: I was home.

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.

“I tracked your movements since then, and that led me to Caledonia Holdings.” Her eyes flickered and I almost couldn't tell what she was thinking about. So I waited not wanting to jump into conclusion. “But let me ask you something,” I said, leaning in slightly being as soft as possible. I could only ever be hard on her in bed. She lifted her chin, her gaze holding mine... Softly, again. “Yes, you can.” “From my findings,” I began slowly, “I saw that George divorced you to be with his rich boss. You hid yourself from him… but tell me, who are you really? And what is your relationship with Caledonia Holdings? You didn’t seem poor to me, Normani.”

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.

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.