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The Divorced Heiress Takes The Crown

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1028    |    Released on: Today at 11:24

k-in closet. She mechanically pulled

r movements were slow and careful. It felt like a fun

ving room. Then, a familiar, high-

. Her eyes turned instantly cold. She dropped the s

ng room sofa. Her legs were crossed. In her hands,

g Camilla had left f

h a smug, entertained smile. "Don't look at us like that," Diane said, taking a leisurely sip of her wine. "Carlisle sent us to s

held the music box up high in th

ughed. "A cheap little toy. Fi

ow. Her chest vibrate

n, Billie. It

to Camilla. She shook the music b

u'll cry? You're nothing but a

nished her sentence,

opped toward the

inst her ribs. Her body moved completely on ins

oden box just inc

p into the palm of her hand. Bright red blood

t her chest. She looked up at Billi

st laughe

neered. "But really, it'

f her wine and add

"Carlisle wants her gone. Why don't you help he

vase off the coffee table. Camilla had picked that vase out hers

patience

t out of Billie's hands. She slammed it back down

en, her face twisted into pure fury. She raised her hand,

ch! How

flinch. She d

ld even touch her skin, C

ac

e across the face wit

illie stumbled back. She grabbed her red cheek. Her eyes

scre

er? ! You

pointed a bloody finger straight at

ever touch my things again,

r shock. She lunged at Camilla,

kill

t second, the fron

from the hallway rushed in with him. His d

tly. She burst into fake, heavy tears.

it me! That craz

pointing an accusin

s violent! Unhinged! You

at Camilla. He saw her clutching the music box to her chest.

crossed his eyes. But he blinked, and it w

ifferent to her injury. He didn't ask what happened. He didn't care. "I don't care who started this," his voi

d straight into his dark eyes. A bitt

defending myself

ched tight. His voi

elf. Apologize, now

illa. Her chest heaved. She refused to lo

Camilla said, her voice shaking with rage. "

arlisle's broad bac

g! I just t

le, this is unacceptable. You

eak, his cell phone buzz

t the screen. His jaw tighten

" he sai

d out onto the balcony, leaving the heav

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The Divorced Heiress Takes The Crown
The Divorced Heiress Takes The Crown
“On our fourth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect home-cooked dinner for my husband, Carlisle. But the moment he walked in, he threw a marital settlement agreement right onto the table. "Sign it. Celine is back. There's no place for you here anymore." His mother and sister immediately marched in to supervise my packing, calling me a barren gold-digger and trying to smash my late mother's only keepsake. I signed the papers and walked out into the freezing night, thinking the nightmare was finally over. But the next day, a heavily edited video of a childhood friend helping me into his car went viral online. Carlisle's PR team released a public statement branding me a cheating wife, completely destroying my reputation. He let the world tear me apart, using my ruined name to play the victim and justify bringing his first love home. I had sacrificed my own dreams and endured his family's endless abuse for four years, only to be discarded like trash and framed for the exact emotional cheating he had been doing all along. Watching the vile comments flood my screen, my heartbreak hardened into pure, unbreakable ice. I calmly picked up my phone and dialed my father's number. "Dad, it's time. I want to come home and take over Mcneil Industries."”