Kimberly_Rossi

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT ]
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Heather Remington had loved Caius Thorne with everything she had. She had thrown herself into their marriage with the kind of passion and devotion that left no room for doubt in her mind. For three years, she had tried to be the perfect wife, hoping, praying that one day, Caius would look at her. But that was just a mere dream.

Caius never loved her, not when his first love, her stepsister, returned.

Heather didn't need anyone to tell her to leave, but when she left, she left with a secret. A secret only she knew about.

Only when she left did Caius realize how much he loved her, but it was already too late.


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He stepped closer, his voice soft. "Come back to me. I'll make you the most sort after actress on the planet."

He had made a grave mistake, he cared for someone else who wasn't his wife and had lost the woman he truly loved.

This man, he doesn't know. "I'm already the most sort after actress." she thought. Leaving him was the best decision she made for herself.

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Five years later, Heather returned with her secret.


What could it be? 


Will she accept Caius again if she sees him? 


Read to find out.


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THE LOST HEIRESS RETURNS AFTER DIVORCE

Heather winced as she removed the broken heel from her foot, rubbing her sore ankle gently with the tips of her fingers.

The pain throbbed with each pulse of her heart, but not as loudly as the emotion surging in her chest. Anger. Disgust. And something else she didn't want to name.

She glanced up and found Caius crouched in front of her, reaching for her foot again, as though he had any right to touch her.

The sight of him so close—pretending to be helpful, pretending to care—made her stomach twist.

"If you hadn't run your mouth," she hissed, "this wouldn't have happened."

He didn't answer. He just looked at her, his eyes unreadable, the same way they had been moments earlier—right before he dropped the news that she'd be staying at the Thorne residence now.

Because, according to him, he owned everything.

And because, according to him, she was going to be his wife.

Consent or Control