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!"

expression darkened. "Get dressed, now. Your days of luxury are about

was that supposed

Anne. "Ms. Warwick, what do you

drafting his

dad write a will?

was overwhelmed with

save Fiona-by sacrificing his own life to save hers.

What?

expression shifted. She didn't want Fiona to

you know how your father plans to distribute

up. She was Nigel's only biological daughter, which meant she was set to inherit

Oh my God!

case, then Nigel could go ahead and die for all she

seeing through her every thought. She sneered coldly. "Stop dreaming. Nigel's will doesn't

"What? Am

heir. He plans for her to inherit everything.

affection for you. Winning her over