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.

came back last time. Now you suddenly want me to go find those things, I’ll have

one week to handle it! Now, first clean up

the door with her arms crossed, enjoying

Damn, this feels good.

sighed, what was going on here? He was growing increasingly annoyed with Cheyenne; his daughter was

I’ll go get someone to clean it up right away,”

noise. As soon as the boy walked up to the door,

are you guys doing? It’s

the sofa his Thalia Nora was quietly sobbing; the atmosphere in the

she sat lazily with her legs crossed in an elegant

behind her head in delicate curls held together by just one wine-red butterfly

like a fairy who could enchant

This is Cheyenne?

saw each other – how did

“Sean, you’re back?”

she quickly restrained the bleak smile on her

boy is the son of Malaya and George, three years younger than Cheyenne. He just turned eighteen this

even worse

is a notorious

tall, slightly taller than George. Despite having a delicate

He’s immature and selfish!

all. Coincidentally,

mother’s face and hearing his Thalia crying, Sean

shouted loudly at

a bit harsh. She

shouting at me. Your mother and sister

nonsense is this being

immediately. She stared blankly, realizing that if she continued