The Divorced Heiress's Hidden Identities Mga Nobela at Kwento

Enough to leave your husband, huh? I didn't have an opinion of the Reinas before. It wasn't as if I knew them personally. Big names, big businesses, big public figures, but private people. It wouldn't be strange if they were a family with their fair share of dirty secrets, like a secret relationship. Is that what's going on here? Is that why Ella wanted a divorce? She found someone else, someone who would give her more attention, more things? Despite not knowing anything about Kingston Reina or even what's truly going on, right now, the thought of that man infuriates me like nothing else in my life ever has before.

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

He is not planning to throw me away but to do the worse. "She once carried my offspring, and her contract with me isn't over. She will live with me as a slave, not as a wife." Pamela's shrill voice pierces the room. "How can you keep her after she cheated and tried to kill me?" She is desperate to have Kyle to herself, and this isn't going as she planned. "I want a divorce," I declare, my voice stronger than I feel. "I can't continue like this." Smack!

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

There was something odd about him, but I couldn't place my hand on it yet. “He's one of the best men to have on your team.” Drew added, Next was a woman with piercing sky blue eyes. Her hair was cut in a bob, and there were no wrinkles around her eyes. I noted that. She wasn't one to smile often. “Vivian Moreau from Moreau and partners. I specialize in probate disputes, inheritance fraud, and forensic will challenges. I am also here because I know what it means to be an heiress.” I smiled at her, “thank you.”

“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.

He had been so blind, never seeing her true value, mistaking all her kindness for mere flattery. However, the truth was that Evangeline had never owed him a thing. Back at home, Aria was glued to the television, which was also airing the reveal of the racing queen's identity. The sight of that helmet coming off made Aria's blood boil. "Walter, take a good look. This is the woman you were so smitten with. She's been masquerading as the perfect wife in the Gordon family for two years. Now she's asking for a divorce, and before she's even out the door, she's out there showing off, playing the racing queen!

Marcella said dreamily. Donya Agatha couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she thought that this possibility could happen. They weren’t sure who bought the villa, but its price was in the millions, and only wealthy families could afford it. “I hope he comes out soon. I’ve had sleepless nights because of this situation,” Donya Agatha remarked. Esteban silently listened to the family’s conversation, secretly glancing at his wife, who was also looking at him. —---------- Chapter 13.1

Elizabeth spatted, anger brewing in her eyes. She never supported her son's marriage to Allison. She still wondered why her son decided to marry Allison who was not favored by her mother in the house. Left to her, she'd have preferred Bella, the heiress of the Brown family who would bring more value to her family. “Office? Well… I guess you've not heard yet. I'm divorcing your son and leaving this house right now, not going on any vacation.” Allison said with a stunning smile, startling Elizabeth into speechlessness.