All Chapters of Divorced Heiress Is Now A Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A sound from inside made her turn. Reid was standing by the glass doors, holding a thick, cashmere wrapper. He had changed into dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked tired and exhausted, she wondered it must have been a long day for him. Navie admired her husband once more, he was devastatingly handsome. She felt lucky he was hers, yet she felt trapped.He didn't say anything. He simply stepped forward and draped the wrapper around her shoulders. But his fingers, for a fleeting second, brushed against the skin of her neck. His cologne filled her nostrils, he smelled wonderful. "You'll catch a cold," he stated, his voice low.The cashmere was soft and heavy, instantly trapping her body heat. It smelled faintly of his cologne. The simple act of care was so heartwarming it stole her breath. "I'm fine," she managed, her voice barely a whisper.He stood beside her, not looking at her, but at the glowing city line below them. The silence be

Navie stood her hands holding her swollen belly. The air was heavy with the scent of lilies and the faint hum of people, paying their respects. Her mother’s casket rested before her, draped in pristine white, and her heart ached as if a part of her had been ripped away.Reid stood beside her, hands clasped stiffly in front of him. He looked the part of a grieving husband but inside, every fiber of him resisted. He only come because her mother’s death would’ve made headlines if he didn't. Because the press would have given him a hard time. ,”Reid Andros didn’t stand beside his grieving wife.”He had a company to inherit, and his public image mattered a lot right now. He had never loved Navie. His father had forced this marriage upon him, he planned to make her bear his heir. That heir was the only thing he truly cared about; once he secured his father’s company, the divorce would follow.His eyes, stormy and unreadable, flicked toward Navie as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchi

She sat up on the bed and opened the drawer beside her bed, taking out a paper. George was absent yet he sent a package to her, when she opened it, she was shocked and quickly hid it back. But now she's made up her mind. She rubbed an hand over her eyes to clear her vision. She sniffed and read the contents of the paper over and over again. After thirty minutes, the door opened again, she smelled the familiar cologne that she knew too well, she has requested to see him. Navie couldn't believe she was requesting to see her own husband in their home.Reid stopped at the door, he hesitated to touch the knob. With shaky hands, he summoned courage and entered the room. The room smelt of depression. A tiny figure sat on the bed, hair covering her face. She was holding a paper and staring at it intently. It's been a month since they lost their baby, Reid still felt the guilt, out of nowhere he felt he was responsible for it but he doesn't know how. He remembered the day she woke up in the h

Four years later.Navie Andros no longer existed.She is Jacintha Dela Torre, the first born of the four children of the formidable Don Alfredo Dela Torre, patriarch of the powerful Dela Torre Family. The broken young woman who once cried herself to sleep in Reid Andros’s mansion was gone. In her place stood a refined heiress.Upstairs, Jacintha held the railings on the balcony, she closed her eyes and smiled in peace as the wind blew her hair backwards. She inhaled deeply, the fresh air. The freedom, the taste of peace. It was refreshing for her. “There you are,” a voice interrupted her moment. It was her father, Alfredo. He walked to her side and stared at the vast estate before them. “About the Dela Torre Ball, you are going to be the face of it...”“It's going to rain soon, you guys should get in”, Melissa her mother joined them. At that moment, Jackie Dela Torre, the second daughter appeared at the door, fists clenched beside her.“Dad!”Jackie stood by the doorway seething w

“Hi...uh, I found her over there on the floor. She’s lost. I think she's separated from her parents. Please help her find them”Jacintha’s voice came out worried. The child’s fingers were cold and small and dug into the wool of Jacintha’s coat like they were afraid to let go.The staff at the booth looked up, polite as first wearing the signature customer service smile and then slowly it disappeared. Vida stood just behind Jacintha, Jacintha is not the one holding her hand, if so the staff would have suspected otherwise but instead it was Vida holding Jacintha's hands, she clutched it tightly as if afraid to let go. “Please help us find her parents,” Jacintha said again when the staff kept staring at her suspiciously. The little girl hid her face behind Jacintha’s coat and pressed closer. Jacintha forced a smile and patted her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We will find your parents soon.”But the woman at the counter didn’t smile. She folded her arms and glanced at the other attenda