The Divorced Heiress's Hidden Identities Novels & Stories

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.

“Sir—” “I said turn it off!” She didn’t. Photos of me flashed across the screen, stepping out of a car. Selene — beside me, her hand brushing mine, me leaving a restaurant weeks ago with her. Her hand on my arm. And the voiceover made it worse. “The CEO of Voss Enterprises is now at the center of a growing scandal, following allegations from a model who requests to be kept anonymous claiming to be pregnant with his child. “What’s more shocking are reports of a previous secret marriage, hidden from both the public and investors, allegedly tied to the mysterious disappearance of his former wife, whose identity is still unknown except for a single name, Ava.”

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

“He stood up for you, Lori. And don’t think I didn’t notice him sneaking looks at you!” I immediately look away. “Ella…” “You should absolutely get his number!” “Ella.” “You two would make a gorgeous couple!” I groan. “Ella.” “What?” I sigh. “That man is my ex-husband.” She stiffens at once, her expression shifting into one of absolute shock. “Your what?!” “My ex-husband.” I point back toward the boutique. “And the girl causing all the drama is his sister.” For several seconds, Ella simply blinks, still stunned. Then her face darkens.

My mind refused the information, the way it sometimes refused impossible numbers on a financial report before the details resolved into something comprehensible. A photograph. Amelia, walking down the steps of a building I recognized instantly as Hart Global Headquarters, standing beside an elderly man I recognized just as quickly as Edmund Hart. Beside it, smaller, an old photograph from our wedding day. And above both images, in bold black letters that seemed to grow larger the longer I stared at them, a headline that made absolutely no sense standing next to everything I thought I understood about the woman I had been married to for three years. ‘THE HIDDEN HEIRESS OF HART GLOBAL HAS RETU

It had to be simple, undeniable, and a devastating confirmation of his greatest fear. She etched a single line: THE HEIR IS SECURED. She placed the empty velvet choker on the dusty pump. Then, she ran toward the rough, rocky cove where Mia had signaled the extraction point—a small, dark fishing dinghy, waiting silently in the shadows. Back at the penthouse, Julian found the empty veranda railing, the discarded choker, and the chilling realization that his wife hadn't collapsed—she had vanished. Blake’s internal security alarm screamed, red and insistent.

"You heard what I said in that hallway. People see what they want to see. Alexander Sterling has been looking for his daughter for twenty-five years. He is desperate. Vulnerable. The perfect target for someone looking to take advantage." "You think Cora orchestrated all of this?" Liam asked skeptically. "The woman who could barely organize her delivery routes?" "Maybe not alone," Vanessa said. "But think about it, Liam. Really think about it. How convenient is the timing? Right after your very public divorce, right after that video goes viral, suddenly she is discovered as the long-lost Sterling heiress? Does that not seem suspicious to you?" Liam's expression shifted. Vanessa could see doub