The Divorced Heiress's Hidden Identities Novels & Stories

Private guests only. At the bottom, scrawled in quick cursive: – Elise. Avery’s brows arched. Elise Carmichael. A name she hadn’t heard in years but hadn’t forgotten. Heiress to one of the oldest real estate dynasties in the city. The woman was known for hosting decadent events attended by politicians, celebrities, and the moneyed elite. They had crossed paths briefly in a charity circle years ago—mutual, polite, and distant. But Avery had never once considered Elise a friend.

In response, Stella scoffed, "Fine, I'll propose to him myself. You're utterly useless, relying on your friend for such a trivial task!" Since Patrick's resignation as Chairman, the Terry’s family had seemingly lost their status in the city elite circle overnight. Additionally, the marriage between Dickson and Amelia faced persistent delays. Stella and Amelia found themselves excluded from socialite gatherings. To regain their status among the wealthy elite, Amelia needed to marry into the Dickson family promptly. A successful marriage would undoubtedly alter the perception of the ladies in their social circle.

Or am I delusional? Leonard was every girl's dream man.Every woman of high caliber wanted him but he decided to choose me from all of them, a nerd Secretary.”Or was he just using me as a plaything?”I reasoned within myself. ”No I can’t be put to shame like this!” I thought to myself that if the media found out the billionaire CEO of the Alphonso construction company was getting a divorce, the blame would be shifted on me. People would call me a gold digger and am not one to be like that.

"I also found something about her personal history I think you should know." "What is it?" "She divorced eight months ago." “Oh…” I sat back slowly, absorbing that. “I see…that was why she avoided my question earlier,” I said slowly as some pieces began to arrange themselves into a shape I didn't like at all. I didn't know. I didn't even consider that she might no longer be married, I just thought maybe… I didn't even care enough to wonder about her life beyond the inconvenient fact of her sudden reappearance. Newly divorced, recently in contact with Elizabeth, a money transfer that was significant enough that Collin had flagged it immediately. This wasn't a coincidence.

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.

Bosco muttered. Elliot turned. His eyes were sharp, calculating, nothing like the broken man he’d been months ago. “Not yet.” Bosco looked up slowly. “There’s still Julia,” Elliot said. The name hung between them. Bosco’s jaw tightened. “Don’t call her that.” Elliot walked back to the desk, lowering his voice. “Call her whatever you want. But the truth is simple. She’s Hurst Corp’s heiress. One of the wealthiest young women in the country. And she used to be our sister.”

“Call me.” “Have you seen it?” “We need to talk.” All I asked for is a peaceful life, can I ever get it? I took a deep breath and opened the first text from Lily. "Have you seen the article? Call me ASAP." What article? I scrolled through my notifications and found a link to New York Social, the city's premier gossip magazine. The publication every wealthy family reads over breakfast while pretending they didn't. The headline made my stomach drop. "ASHFORD HEIRESS RETURNS: Kate Taylor Joins Father's Empire After Bitter Divorce."

I finished reading and looked up at her, life wouldn't have been so hard if Margaret brought these documents from the beginning. My jaw tightened. I was right to dislike that woman. "She kept all this?" "Not willingly." Eva turned back toward the window. "She said Richard's lawyers buried everything after my grandmother died. Margaret tried to fight it, but he had too much control." I looked down at the papers again. Ten years. For ten years Richard had hidden an inheritance that never belonged to him. The fashion house. The estate. The properties. The investments. An entire legacy built by Eva's grandmother and while Eva struggled to survive, Richard had sat on it like it was his.

Then the divorce papers started coming, one after another, and I kept on tearing them, hoping to fix things, to make him love me, to make him understand that I was the real victim. But in five years, nothing was fixed. Worse, it became more broken, and recently, his first love, Camille, and her daughter, Chloe returned to the country, and he couldn't wait to divorce me, and join the family of two. All the love, attention we ever begged for, was freely given to Camille and her daughter, freely. How benevolent! At some point, I ended up falling asleep in the hallway, and it was not until four when I woke up, tired, numb, and I forced my way to Lila’s room..She was still asleep, peacefully, una

“And they’re all waiting to see who the new CEO of ABC is. Only a few of them know your real identity.” I shook my head. “No. Father already changed the plan. As far as the board knows, I’m just the presiding CEO of ABC. They think I’m representing Dad temporarily. None of them knows I’m the owner of Sullivan Empire. My identity stays hidden until Justin and Gia pay for their evil ways.” Zee shut her phone with a small nod. “I see. The Duke planned this well — at least for now, no one knows you’re his daughter.” “Yes,” I replied, making a sharp left turn toward ABC’s entrance.