She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Nora’s delicate face turned red. She stared fiercely at the jade bracelet as if wanting to smash it into pieces.

“See? It’s not yours. Even if you wear it, you’ll only embarrass yourself,” Cheyenne sneered.

Malaya held her daughter’s delicate hand and exclaimed in distress at the red mark around Nora’s slender wrist. “My precious daughter, your hands are meant for playing music and drawing. What if they get injured?”

Upon hearing this, George also looked grim. “Cheyenne, can’t you just give it to her? Do you have to be so petty? She is your sister!”

“Sister? My mom only gave birth to me! As for Nora stealing my things and messing up my bedroom without permission… what kind of sister is she?” Cheyenne remained arrogant and domineering as always.

“Took it off. I’m giving you back your bracelet!” Nora took a deep breath and exerted all her strength to remove the bracelet from her wrist. She then stuffed it into Cheyenne’s arms.

Cheyenne narrowed her eyes and looked coldly at the mother and daughter. “Is that all? You owe me much more than just this bracelet.”

“What else do you want?” Nora asked.

“My room restored to its original state, with all the decorations returned to their right places! If you don’t remember what they were, I can get a list from my grandfather.”

Although the Edwards family had declined, old Mr. Edwards, Cheyenne’s grandfather, was well-known in Yrose not only because he was once an entrepreneur but also because of his extensive knowledge and reputation in the art world.

The antiques that were given to Selah were handpicked by him, so he had a detailed list.

Next week, Nora would be participating in a prestigious painting competition where first prize included an invitation to study at the Royal Academy of Arts in Briyra – one of the top art schools in the world. She was determined to win.

Old Mr. Edwards happened to be one of the judges for this competition; if he found out about their theft from Cheyenne, she would surely face dire consequences.

Nora’s face turned dark at just imagining how badly she could lose face.

She looked anxiously towards Malaya who felt reluctant to return such a large sum of money back to Cheyenne.

since you came back last time. Now you suddenly want me to go

week to

arms crossed, enjoying the look of frustration

Damn, this feels good.

here? He was growing increasingly annoyed with Cheyenne; his daughter was becoming

to clean it up right

the boy walked up to the door, he could

you guys doing?

quietly sobbing; the atmosphere

a long black dress; she sat lazily with

curls held together by just one wine-red butterfly bowtie that

like a fairy who could enchant anyone

This is Cheyenne?

had been so long since they last saw each other –

“Sean, you’re back?”

she quickly restrained the bleak smile on

of Malaya and George, three years younger than Cheyenne. He just turned eighteen this year and is in his senior

results are even worse

is a notorious school

six feet tall, slightly taller than George. Despite having a delicate and pretty face, Sean always manages to get into trouble by doing

He’s immature and selfish!

her younger brother at all. Coincidentally, the latter also hates

and hearing his Thalia crying, Sean immediately understood what was

forward and shouted loudly at Cheyenne, “Did

found it a bit harsh. She lazily reached out and rubbed her slightly

you shouting at me. Your mother and

what nonsense is

blankly, realizing that if she continued to cry, it would only