The Divorce Prescription

Anne couldn't let Nigel save Fiona.

Nigel was hers. If Nigel saved Fiona and left all his wealth to her, Anne would lose everything.

All the years of meticulous planning, all the time she had sacrificed for Nigel-was it all going to waste?

Did he honestly think a villa and some money could make up for everything?

Anne didn't care about that. What she craved was Nigel. She wanted to be Mrs. Hampton. She wanted everything he owned.

It was all meant to be hers.

Anne marched into Carly's room.

Carly was trying on a new dress. After three years of living as a billionaire's daughter, she had become a reckless spender. She had just received a fresh batch of custom haute couture gowns.

Since Celine's arrival in Kinthorne, Carly's life had been nothing but misery. Shopping was the only thing that gave her any relief.

Anne's sudden entrance shocked Carly, who quickly tried to cover herself. "Ms. Warwick! Why didn't you knock? I'm changing!"

darkened. "Get dressed, now. Your days of luxury

was that

quickly finished dressing and turned to Anne. "Ms. Warwick,

is drafting

dad write a

Carly was overwhelmed with shock at the

Fiona-by sacrificing his own life to save

What?

expression shifted. She didn't want Fiona to live-she wanted her gone as soon

how your father plans

skipped a beat, her eyes lighting up. She was Nigel's only biological daughter, which meant she was set

Oh my God!

case, then Nigel could go ahead

every thought. She sneered coldly. "Stop

Am I not his

primary heir. He plans for her to inherit everything. As for you, he said that if you manage to earn Fiona's favor, she might

she'll have any affection for you.