The Return of The Scorned Heiress

In a grand style, I arrived in the home of my husband—or should I say, ex husband because our marriage was as good as dead. I ignored the flabbergasted look of his securities and I went straight to the lounge hoping to find him there and I did.I met Gabriel Damasco, my heartless husband having brunch with a familiar woman—something he never did with me.Jessica Ford, his secretary.I knew it! I always knew he had a thing for her, never doubt a woman’s instincts. He was having a secret affair with the pretty brunette in the disguise of office duties. One time, he travelled with her to Tokyo for two weeks and never bothered to call once nor picked my calls. He had always compared me to her, saying I would never be as beautiful or elegant as she was.He would regret his words—I swear on my mother’s grave.“Hello husband.”I said, announcing my arrival.The confused look on their faces slowly turning into great shock was simply refreshing!“Imelda?”Gabriel almost choked.“In fl

A week. That was what Easton Grant gave to me to think about his proposal.Why did he want to marry me?He was older than my father and to my knowledge, has been divorced twice. He has been unmarried since fourteen years, why the sudden change?I told my Grand mother about the offer and she insisted the ball was in my court, she also added that such power did not come without sacrifices.Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self?...I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was.Gabriel Damasco.“How dare you, Imelda!?”He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me.He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that.“I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”I said, casually as I got out of the pool. I was wearing a red bikini that revealed the

My wedding was as wonderful and luxurious as I wanted, I wasn’t as happy as I was on my first wedding but it was for a greater reason. I was marrying for something tangible not something as useless and painful as unrequited love. Easton and I were greeting our guests and thanking them for coming when I saw Gabriel coming through the small distinguished crowd. My god, he was finely dressed in a dark suit, tall and divine, his black hair was slicked backwards and his jaw freshly shaved, his blue eyes were bluer than ever and there was no man more handsome than he was at that moment. “If it isn’t the bride and groom.” He said to I and my new husband. “What are you doing here?” I snarled, agitated by his presence. “I invited him. We can all still be friends.” Easton said and I saw no sense in that. I wasn’t comfortable with my ex husband at my wedding! “If I may present my gift to the bride.” Gabriel said with a smile and presented to me a small gold box.

Easton said nothing throughout the ride home and even when got home, he was still quiet. I could tell he was upset, he must be suspicious and jealous about Gabriel and I. I needed to talk to him about it. I needed him to understand I would never betray him… again. “Easton?” I called as we ate dinner in silence.He looked at me. “I would never betray you.” I told him. “How can you promise that? You’re still in love with Damasco, even a blind man can tell.” He said, bitterly. “It doesn’t mean I’ll go back to him. He hurt me.” I said. “If hurt was enough reason to stop loving someone, the world would be filed with hate.” He told me and then continued eating. I had no comeback to that. I stared at myself in the mirror as I did my nightly skin care routine. I had the face and body I always wanted but my heart was heavy. I should be happy, I should be fulfilled but I wasn’t and it felt so frustrating. I needed to get over my feelings for my ex husb

I stood behind Gabriel, conflicted on if I should just hurry off in shame or find out what happened to Janet. She just caught me kissing her brother, my ex husband but the bruises on her face made that less relevant at the moment.“What the fuck happened to you?”Gabriel finally asked his sister in a dangerous tone.“Nothing.”She muttered, looking away.“You better start telling me truth.”He said, taking two steps to her.“He hit me again.”She stuttered, tearfully.Her abusive husband, Alex did this to her!No more words were said, he stormed away to his car and sped off before either of us could stop him.“What are you doing here?”She asked, glaring at me.“Don’t you think we should follow him?”I asked, clearly avoiding the question “I’m not going back. I’m tired of going back.”She muttered, downcast.“You should get inside then, I’ll just…”“He’s going to fight Alex, please help me make sure he’s okay.”She told me as I turned to leave.“I will.”I nodded