Novel & Cerita The Divorced Heiress's Hidden Identities

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

"But here's the part that got my attention. He handled legal affairs for Eleanor Ashbourne Grant. Emily's mother." I felt something shift, quiet and immediate, the pieces of the last several days rearranging themselves into a different shape entirely, one I hadn't considered until this exact moment. Emily hadn't simply vanished for a morning to clear her head or escape a house full of strangers who still weren't sure what to call her. She'd gone looking for something connected to a woman who'd been dead for fifteen years, someone nobody in that family had mentioned by name since I'd known her. "Why was Emily meeting him?"

she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

And Ava Bennett was walking back into it, not as a wife, not as a victim, but as a majority shareholder with a secret that could bring the whole thing down. Adrian Blackwood had absolutely no idea what was coming. Neither, if I was being honest, did I.

“No, that's not it, Bianca. You have to listen to me.” “No, you listen to me!” she snapped. “Don't you dare try to play with me. Do you have any idea what I went through for you? I chased your wife out of the house, not knowing that she was the Heiress to the Salvador Group of companies, and now I don't know whether she will forget about it and come back for revenge. After that, I brought myself down and pleaded with my father to give you this contract. Now you're telling me you want to bring the company back to life before doing the needful? And you think I'm an idiot or what?” “Calm down please.”

At the same time, the photos from Stanton Corporation’s anniversary gala had already set off shocking waves on the internet. The picture of Nicole on the digital signboard atop the Pearl Tower across the river was the most direct way to announce her identity. [OMG, this is legendary! A billionaire heiress hides her own identity to marry a guy below her status and reveals herself to be the richest young woman after their divorce?! This plot is straight out of a TV show!] [The Ferguson family is horrendous! They think Nicole’s easy to bully and even hired keyboard warriors to insult her… Don’t they feel ashamed for treating a lady like that?]

I winced, a smile forming on my lips, another man who thought he knew me, I was going to humor him, “Well, tell me, who am I?” “You are a social climber, a fake, a lady who was brought up in wealth but never belonged, a lady filled with so much envy that she went ahead to fuck her sister's boyfriend and of course she gets pregnant and when the man despite being married to her, still didn't want her, asked her for a divorce, she went to sell herself out and lied she hustles her way to the top and now comes back faking that she is one of the social elite and is finding a way to get back her sister husband.” He smirked and then added, “How did I do?”