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The Divorced Heiress Takes The Crown

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1049    |    Released on: Today at 11:24

s vibrated through the fl

ip dress that hugged her curves. It was a dress the "perfect Stark wife" would n

ohol, but a wild, reckless sens

s of tequila. She raised it to

augh escaping her lips. "To freedom!

ed the burning liquid. It burned he

ooth next to her. He leaned in too close. He

tonight?" the man purr

ead. She gave him a look so

ted. Get los

y slid out of the booth, d

VIP booth was pushed aside. A tall, incredibl

and Camilla's flushed face. His jaw ti

ulled the empty glass from her fin

t's enough. Y

ain a second to recognize the face of her childhood friend an

What are you

He naturally wrapped a warm, support

rn. "He said Carlisle was acting erratically and that you weren't answeri

s. The alcohol made her weak. She leaned her head ag

ispered, her voice cracking. "For h

le circles on her back. His

Cristobal said fiercely.

ead. Her eyes flashed with st

'm not. I can be mo

rt ached. He reached up and gently tu

ways known. You're talen

the lines of reality. She reached up and le

ays..." she mumbled,

it against his chest. He leaned down and pr

for you.

ent, the velvet curtain

sle's best friend. His eyes went wide as saucers as

back into the shadows b

al stood up. He gently pu

take you home.

neon-lit hallway, Camilla's purse slipped from her shoulder. Cristobal quickly bent down to catch it. His ar

s hands shook as he held up his ph

y dialed Carl

o said, his voice rushing. "It's about your wife... I m

of dead silence on the

" Carlisle's vo

assenger seat of his sports car. He leaned over her t

she mumbled into

ping face. His eyes were hea

, Camilla," he whisper

r and drove awa

d to a halt in front of the club. He stormed t

empty shot glasses. He demanded the clu

istobal wrapping his arm around Camill

lousy crashed into his chest. Hi

phone and dialed C

wled, sounding like a demon. "

me through the speak

orced her tonight, Carlisle. Sh

table and hurled it against the brick

one last time.

. "Somewhere you'll neve

ne wen

roken glass on the floor. He had wanted this divorce. He had demanded it. So why did t

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“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."”