The Divorced Heiress's Hidden Identities Novels & Stories

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

“I want to know what kind of man divorces someone like Lillian Hayes.” He flinched. Good. I could almost hear his guts twisting. I watched his chest rise sharply and his throat move up and down. His fists closed and opened in a restless gesture, as if he were hoping to summon courage that was nowhere to be found. “I… I didn't know Lilly's true identity when we were married,” he said after a long pause. “I met her as Lilly Sanders.” A cold chuckle escaped me. “You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?”

“Ryan, I” “Oh, you didn’t hear?” another voice cut in. Livia. Elara’s expression immediately hardened. Her stepsister walked toward them slowly, her heels clicking softly, her face glowing with amusement. “Hear what?” Ryan asked, glancing between them. Livia let out a soft laugh. “That she’s not the heiress,” she said simply. Silence. Ryan blinked. “What?” Elara felt her stomach drop. “Livia, stop” she tried to say.

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

“Not exactly. What? Did you think you were the only smart pants in us two?” Alexandra clenched her jaws and her grip on her glass tightened. How exactly had Darius gotten such information on her? During her married years with Lucien never once had she used her actual name and after their divorce, she had cleared every trace of Ariadne Albrecht. So how exactly was someone like HIM able to dig up information like that on her? She really wanted to know. “Firstly, there is no ‘us’. Secondly, I don’t know how you got to find that out, but you best keep your mouth shut.”

I tucked my suit well and stepped closer to the duo irritating couples as they may claim to be. “You better tell the police who you really are because I married you as a cafe staff only for you to claim to be Mr Clark’s daughter.“ “I am my father’s daughter, I am the heiress of the Clark’s group. If I am not the rightful heiress then who is. I made you who you are. I am the jewelry Queen, my father made sure everyone recognized me so if I am not the rightful Heiress of the Clark group, I ask again who is?” She asked, looking at everyone till all eyes looked at a woman by the door.

"But I didn't divorce him to chase another fortune. I divorced him to save my own life." She paused, letting that sink in. "As for the Cardwell connection" Ava smirked. "I am David Cardwell's granddaughter. Not through marriage or manipulation, but through DNA. My mother was his daughter, something I only learned after her death revealed the family she'd probably hidden from me to protect me from exactly this kind of character assassination." The room was electric with tension. Kathleen's face had gone pale, her smile strained, her planned humiliation backfiring spectacularly.

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.

Roman stated coldly, his arrogance blinding him to the actual reality of the woman standing across from him. "You really think I survived on your charity all these years, Roman, but the truth is that I am the primary beneficiary of the Vanguard Trust, which means I currently own exactly eighteen percent of the Ashford Group through hidden offshore holdings that my family established before we even married," Vivienne revealed, her voice dropping to a dangerous, steady whisper that caused Roman’s entire body to freeze instantly.

"Open your eyes. The Castellano crest, the Chairman's personal guard, the family crown. None of them can be faked. The woman in front of you is Aria Castellano, the Chairman's only daughter." The entire chapel erupted in whispers. Luca looked as if someone had carved the strength out of his body. He stared at me, and I knew the night in the safe house had finally returned to him - me shaking in pain, begging him to believe my name. "You really are..." His voice was raw. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I laughed softly. "If I had, you wouldn't have married her. Is that it?" He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.