Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Walter did not allow Evangeline to fight back, not sparing her another glance. With a face of stone and a fury that could shake the earth, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The sound was like thunder, and the chill wind that followed seemed to freeze the room, the dark night and churning sea outside consuming Evangeline's heart.

However, she did not rage. She laughed, a laugh that kept the tears at bay, and hurled her cup against the wall. "Walter, you bastard!"

Her inner rebel, long caged, shattered the facade she had maintained for three years. He had flaunted Julia in her face, a clear message to get out of the Gordon family. However, when she was ready to do just that, he balked?

She was not fooled. Walter was not the type to have second thoughts. He was always the one in charge, the mastermind. He would be damned if he was not the one calling the shots in their marriage, too.

He could walk away from her, leaving her to wear the label of a divorcee, but she was not allowed to challenge him.

He could suggest divorce, but she was supposed to stay silent.

Why was it that he could lavish all his love on the woman she despised most on New Year's Eve, and she was expected to step aside, clearing the way for them?

She was determined to end that marriage. She was set on claiming half of the alimony, too. She would not let Julia get off with a windfall.

After one too many drinks, her head spinning slightly, she splashed water on her face in the bathroom.

When she stepped out of the lounge, the party on the yacht had wound down. Even Julia had vanished.

With an arch of her brow, she strutted off the yacht in her stilettos.

The night stretched out, vast and chilly, the wind biting.

Evangeline stood solitary by the shore, on that New Year's Eve of farewells and new beginnings, gazing at the distant twinkling lights of countless homes.

She mustered her courage and dialed her uncle, James Foster.

30 minutes later, James' sleek black Porsche, the epitome of understated luxury, screeched to a halt before her.

her limbs, climbed into the car. A wave of warmth enveloped her, and she finally dropped her defenses, looking up at James tearfully. "Uncle James... What took you so long?" James Foster, the top lawyer at Halcyonia with a shroud of mystery around him, had risen to prominence in recent years. Ruthless in the courtroom and exceptional in his skills, he had a streak of wins so

you finally thought to call me, kiddo? I was starting to think you'd forgotten

expression turning grave. "What's going on? It's the holidays, for crying out loud. Where's Walter?

ages, and she nuzzled against James' shoulder. "Uncle James, can you be my lawyer? I want to divorce Walter. I can't stand being with that jerk any

niece endure such mistreatment. "I should've known you wouldn't come to me unless it's serious. What were

surged through James. He flicked Evangeline's

uncles get wind of this, they'll want Walter's

to keep this under wraps for me. I'm scared it might break Grandpa's heart...

biggest dream is to hold a great-grandson, and

weight of her Cole's

took a devastating hit, her grandpa fell ill. Her uncles, besieged by betrayal, struggled to keep the family afloat. To save the Fosters

her as the one to carry on the Foster family legacy. He wanted her to settle down with Walter and quickly give

plans, and

desire to have a baby was not just about keeping Walter close, it was about giving Cole peace of mind and a glimmer

they know about Cole's real identity: Cole Foster, the enigmatic gambling tycoon of Halcyonia's Southern Port. Evangeline had her game plan for

this under wraps for now. Once I'm pregnant, then we'll break the news of my divorce

are you saying?" James

her inner turmoil and nonchalantly crossed her legs. "Don't worry, Uncle.

all invested in Evangeline's future, but they were not about to let her rush into single motherhood just to fulfill

was resolute. "Just handle the divorce,

Walter think she could not make it without

kick her out in three months. Well, Evangeline was about to show them all. She was determined to

to move on. She would find someone far better than Walter-someone a million

tied to Julia all he

be under thirty, standing at about 1.9 meters, drop-dead gorgeous with a genius-level IQ, and let's just say... Well-endowed, skilled in bed. Ivy League grad, of course. And he's got to outshine Walter by