Novel & Cerita The Divorced Heiress's Hidden Identities

"You asked for access to my servers and my life while keeping your identity a secret." "I asked for a chance to know you," she said, taking another step closer. Her expression softened into something that looked dangerously like sincerity. "I spent my whole life hearing about the 'legitimate' Hales. I grew up without a father who wasn't even dead—he was right here, wealthy and powerful—but a wife who had her own flaws and her own bitterness prevented him from ever being present in our lives. I was the secret in the shadows, and you were the princess in the tower. Or so I thought."

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come? I felt a strange ache settle in my chest like my heart was caught between disbelief and regret. What happened to her after our divorce? Where has she gone? And how did she become the heiress of the King's Empire? I watched her carefully. Her dress, long and black, clung perfectly to her curves. Her makeup was soft but flawless and her hair flowed in elegant waves. She has a beauty that has always been there but now, it's mixed with power and pride and something else...

Five years after a quiet divorce from heir Michael Michaelson, Vanessa Michaelson has reemerged on the global stage under a new identity: Emerald Hugo, the adopted heiress of the Hugo Dynasty and acting CEO of Imperial Holdings—the very company currently outpacing M&M company in luxury investments. Sources confirm that Hugo was removed from public record shortly after her divorce, and reintroduced into elite society as the foster daughter of Donovan Hugo, following a private adoption that stunned insiders. Her surprise appearance at the Hope Jewel auction confirmed not only her elevated status but introduced a young son with a striking resemblance to her ex-husband. Neither party has confirm

I saw the marks on his neck as he tried to cover them with a scarf, excusing it as a bad cold he caught over the weekend in Japan. Over time, she became more blunt and more daring with her messages. "You might as well divorce him, he doesn't love you." she had sent the message with a series of pictures of them together. He was taking her to expensive restaurants, meeting with our mutual friends, and family. They knew... all of them... and they kept it secret from me.

Ethan was convinced he could break me, turn me into a submissive wife to enhance his own standing. I wasn’t just Bella Sinclair, the former inmate fiancée he could humiliate. I was Isabella Hartman, the trillion-dollar heiress to the Ashcroft throne, the tech dynasty that made Blackvale look like a footnote. I’d taken on a disguise so I could be with him, so I could keep myself from being mistaken for his enemy. But I had been blinded by love, and betrayal had opened my eyes. I was done hiding. My hands shook when I reached for my phone again, opening up to a number I hadn’t dialed in years. After the first ring, a second, a familiar voice came on, calm, expecting this call. “Isabella?”

"I can’t nowadays, Sasha." "Wait, are you crying?" She paused, her tone softening right away. "What’s happening?" I hesitated. I hadn’t instructed anybody about the divorce papers. Not but. Part of me became too ashamed. The other part didn’t need to stand the reality that my marriage had become genuinely over. But Sasha... She’d know something changed the second she noticed my face. There was no factor hiding it. "Matteo wants a divorce," I finally admitted, the phrases tasting sour on my tongue.

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.

"Alright, now I'm sure. If you were with him, you'd probably ask before getting into bed. 'Excuse me, how long will we be doing this today?' With him, you'd turn into this kind of monster!" "Lily!" "Okay, I won't mention him anymore!" She winked. "So darling, I have a proposal. How about we throw a divorce party? You pick the time, I'll pick the place, and we'll celebrate your liberation from this painful marriage together!" I pondered and said, "You know, girl, when you're trying to hide something from me, you get overly enthusiastic, more than usual. You pick the place? Where do you want to set it?"

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.