Rebirth Of A Hidden Heiress

Allison's grip tightened on the doorframe as she clutched it for support. Her heart sank as she saw a woman on top of her husband on their matrimonial bed. She broke down in a cold sweat. “Babe! Why don't you just divorce her now? I mean you already have what you need from her.” She heard the familiar voice. It was Bella, her half-sister, whom she loved and cherished. Allison couldn't move or make any sound, tears gushed down her cheeks, her chest tightened and her legs went weak. Everything seemed like she was dreaming. She pinched herself to see if she was gonna feel any pain. It was real. Everything that was happening was real. The man she had loved since childhood and even married for three years was on her matrimonial bed with the sister she had sacrificed almost all her life for. “I need more time babe. I still need her to secure more investments for the company before divorcing her.” Charles Reynolds protested. “You sure? It's not like you falling in love with her a

Allison got home and the two maids at the house welcomed her. “Welcome, Mrs. Reynolds. What…”“I don't need anything for now.” She interrupted them. Charles' mother will be here to dismiss them soon, leaving her to do all the house chores alone, in the past. When Charles asked her why she dismissed them, she said it was to cut off expenses.Her mother-in-law never treated her well in the past, but Allison was able to endure her mistreatments because of Charles. With an exasperated sigh, Allison darted into her room and started packing her stuff in a brown suitcase. There was not really much for her to pack because she didn't bring much when Charles married her. Soon, she was done packing. She slammed the door shut behind her and strode down the stairs with the sound of her suitcase hanging in the air. Getting to the living room, she met Charles' mother, Elizabeth Reynolds, sitting on the couch with one of her legs crossed on the other. “Oh shit! Why does it have to be now?” She

“He's a savior, compared to a devil like you,” Allison answered.“Is this why you filed for divorce? To be with him?” Charles inquired.“Oh yes… he's too hot to resist. And I have to divorce you to be with him.” Allison giggled.“Allison, I know you are doing this intentionally to hurt my ego. I'm sure you don't even know him. Let's just settle this amicably.” Charles said, softly. “Why is it so hard to believe that I'm in love with him?”Allison rolled her eyes up and her gaze met that of the hot guy who seemed a bit drunk. Holy shit! Why is he so hot and tempting? She bit her lower lips and cursed under her breath. She hoped he would forgive her for what she was about to do. She stepped closer to him, tilted her head slightly upward, and stood on her toes to meet his lips easily. The moment her lips met his, a fire ignited inside her. As if the man knew what she was trying to do, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back passionately. The kiss was sudden, scorching

Allison suddenly laughed. “Are you saying I should be a stepping stone for their relationship?” She asked, her voice laced with disdain. “Allison! You know this isn't only for your sister, it's also for you.” Emily said in a low voice. “I won't do it.” She thundered, her disdain palpable. “I won't be a shield for your daughter ANYMORE.” She yelled, her face gloomy and her eyes freezing cold.In the past, her mother had made her sacrifice a lot for Bella. She didn't feel it was wrong because she was the older one, and according to Emily, the elders have to sacrifice a lot for their younger ones. She thought doing as her mother wished would make Emily treat her well. Despite giving up a lot of things for Bella, her mother's indifference and hostility towards her never changed. What was the point in fulfilling her wishes if she only sees her as a pawn for Bella's happiness? Now that she's aware of her mother and sister's intentions, she would not do any of the things she ever did in t

Lee’s Mansion. “You just got back and the first thing you did was to get involved with a random woman? Have you forgotten you are engaged to the first daughter of the Millers'?” Mr. Lee growled at his grandson, Tristan. Abruptly, his left hand flew to his chest as he winced in pain, and the other hand curled tightly around the handle of his swivel chair for support. Tristan darted towards him, his hands gently lowered him into the chair. “You are not in good health, do you have to raise your voice when speaking?” “I will stop raising my voice when you listen to your grandfather.” Mr. Lee said. He had brought up Tristan since he was twelve after the tragic death of his parents. Tristan had always believed that his parents’ death was not natural but caused by his uncle, Raymond. Only that his grandfather was trying to cover it up for some reasons that he couldn't fathom. One of the reasons why he decided to take his father's name as his last name. “I've always done everything you