The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Getting a divorce.

Alexander wasn’t lying. My family was indeed involved in the murdered of his mother.

But wait... Just because Sebastian was somehow close to my family didn’t mean that my father or stepmother had hands in it. It might be someone else entirely. They were thugs and could work for any rich people.

"This is not enough proof to say my father did such a thing..." I began. "It may be that the thugs were working for someone else that is not part of my family."

He gazed at me with a weird look on his face, as though I was crazy. "I don’t need to show you more. If you don’t believe this, find out the rest from your father," he said, a hint of irritation clear in his tone, then he turned his attention away from me and focused on the computer.

I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back on the chair. I didn’t know what to do or think. If truly my father was responsible for the death of his mother, then we deserved every bit of what he did to us, even more. Because everything that happened to him didn’t amount to what he did to us. No amount of money or property could erase such horrible trauma. I couldn’t begin to think about how he ended up in the hood and how he was treated there. It must have been pure hell.

"I should leave..." I said before I could start crying again.

He didn’t respond. But he paused for a second and glanced at me before going back to his business.

Closing the laptop, I stood up, ready to leave. However, the door suddenly opened, followed by the clicking sound of heels. I turned around and my eyes widened slightly upon seeing Linda. She was here again and as beautiful as I remembered.

As she walked closer, she glared daggers at me. If eyes could kill, I would literally be dead by now. But that was all she could do, since Alexander warned her never to touch me again.

Once she was standing next to Alexander, I excused myself and got out of the study to give them privacy.

The last thing I wanted right now was to watch them do their deeds. Not that they would mind if I was there. What a shame.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed, waiting for night to come so that I could talk with Noura. But it was as if time refused to move. The day went by very slow, with me thinking and worrying too much. It reminded me of the day at the registry. The knot and anxiety in my stomach as I signed the wedding certificate. It was the same feeling I have now.

My gaze fell on Victoria who was making the bed. She was beautiful with her long white hair and flawless pale skin, and those eyes, they were mesmerizing. She looked like an angel, straight from heaven. I wondered how someone as beautiful as her was still working as a house maid. Didn’t she have a rich husband who could take care of her?

"Are you married?" I asked.

"I am divorced, ma’am." Divorced? Wasn’t she too stunning for any man to leave her?

"Why?" I couldn’t help but ask again.

"He wasn’t the one for me, so... we got a divorce." Really? How did you know he wasn’t the one for you? I wanted to ask, but the question that came out of my mouth was, "How does it feel?"

Victoria stopped arranging the bed and gave me a suspicious look. "Are you planning on getting a divorce, ma’am?"

I slowly shook my head and looked away. Was divorce even possible? It was, but where would I get three billion dollars to pay for breaching of contract?

"You should if you want to, ma’am. You don’t look quite happy in your marriage," Victoria added.

What?

"And how would you know that?" I asked, amused.

"It is written all over your face, ma’am. And it’s obvious you don’t like each other."

Now, my brows furrowed in surprise. She only got here yesterday and had already known almost everything about us. How?

"We do like each other," I lied to know what she would say.

She put the pillow down, as if she was done making the bed, and began to move closer to me. "I am not a child, ma’am. I see and know a lot of things." She stopped a few inches away from me. "But don’t worry, it is not uncommon for young people not to like each other even after marriage. Love would come naturally."

Hearing that, my stomach churned, and I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. What was she saying? Love? Alexander and I? That was very IMPOSSIBLE. Not even when we were literally enemies. My father murdered his mother. And if eventually it wasn’t true, I still could never fall in love with someone like him.

"I think it is alright now," I murmured, standing up. "You may leave."

Victoria smiled, as though she noticed how desperate I was to escape the uncomfortable situation.

"I know..." she said, not fazed by my harsh dismissal. She moved away to the dressing mirror, then picked up a hair brush. "Do you want me to comb your hair, ma’am?"

I noticed that she had the same tone the whole time she spoke and she spoke so confidently. Staff were usually nervous, especially if they are new. They only spoke a little while being very careful of what they said. But this woman didn’t seem the least nervous or scared.

"I said you should leave," I repeated, getting quite annoyed.

"You are scared of the conversation. You are scared that I may be telling the truth..."

"No, you are not. This is a six month contracted marriage. There is nothing like love associated with it," I defended. Why was I even telling her that?

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