Hidden Heiress

Her New Fate

As Amelia opened the heavy front door of her own home, a sudden chill ran down her spine. There, standing defiantly in the grand foyer, was Andrew, his face twisted with anger, and by his side, the ever-smug Camilla. The air between them crackled with hostility.

“What are you doing here?” Andrew barked, his voice sharp as a knife. “I thought you agreed to the divorce. And no, you won’t be taking anything from this house.”

Amelia’s heart pounded fiercely, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and hurt. “What? After five years with you, you’re just going to let me go without any benefits? You must be truly cruel and wicked. I made you who you are today, and this is how you repay me? I must have been a fool to trust a man like you.”

Andrew sneered, the contempt clear in his eyes. “You just won’t stop, will you? How can a common housewife like you belong to my group? You should leave now.”

Amelia squared her shoulders, refusing to be cowed. “Won’t even allow me to collect my things before moving out?”

Camilla stepped forward with a sneer curling her lips, her voice dripping with disdain. “A woman like you shouldn’t take anything from this house. Everything here belongs to Andrew, and he earned it. You’ll leave with nothing and go work for your own properties.”

“And who are you to interfere when a husband and wife are talking?” Amelia shot back, anger flaring. “Just an ordinary woman who climbed to a place she never belonged. You’re truly despicable.”

Camilla’s eyes gleamed with icy confidence as she replied, “I’m not just ordinary. I’m the one Andrew wants, and you’re the one he’s throwing out. So yes, I’m the one disturbing the peace in this house. Now, make your leave—right now.”

“Oh please,” Amelia warned, her voice low and threatening, “I’ll make sure you’re the one truly out of this house.”

In a sudden flash of fury, Amelia’s hand connected sharply with Camilla’s cheek. The slap echoed in the silence that followed. Camilla’s face flushed crimson, her eyes wide with shock and rage.

“Andrew, how can you just stand there and watch her slap me? Can’t you do anything?” Camilla shrieked furiously. “She’s disrespecting your new wife, and you’re just standing there!”

Cornered by Camilla’s fury, Andrew felt compelled to act. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and slapped Amelia across the face, his hand striking hard with cold finality.

“How dare you, Andrew? How could you lay hands on me, knowing the consequences? You must have some nerve,” Amelia gasped, pain and betrayal lacing her words.

“There’s nothing you can do,” Camilla hissed, her tone merciless. “So just get out of here if you don’t want more humiliation.”

Amelia’s eyes searched Andrew’s, devastated. She had believed in their future together—how terribly wrong she had been.

Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the tension. Andrew’s mother, Elizabeth, appeared at the entrance, her posture regal and unyielding.

“What is going on here? Who is disturbing the peace of this house?” Elizabeth demanded sharply.

“This woman is the troublemaker,” Camilla said quickly. “Permit me to throw her out.”

Elizabeth turned her piercing gaze on Amelia. “What are you doing here? Andrew has moved on, and you should too. You don’t belong here. Camilla doesn’t even need to throw you out—Andrew will do that. I’ll count to three, and if you don’t leave, Andrew will remove you himself. Which would be even more humiliating.”

Amelia’s mind flashed back to the nights she spent helping the family raise a million dollars for Elizabeth’s surgery. Yet this was the gratitude she received? She realized the family she once loved was lost—replaced by greed and coldness.

“I’ll leave,” Amelia said firmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil, “but I’ll take my things with me. I refuse to leave anything behind for some loser to inherit.”

Elizabeth’s lips curled in disdain. “I insist you leave empty-handed. Everything in this house is Andrew’s hard work. You’ve gone against the family, so you’ll leave with nothing.”

She nodded sharply to Andrew. “Take her out, and don’t let her come back. I never want to see her again.”

Camilla smiled approvingly, and together they watched Andrew expectantly.

Bound by duty and family pressure, Andrew grabbed Amelia roughly and dragged her toward the door. At the massive iron gate, he threw her out without ceremony.

Amelia hit the ground hard, pain flaring through her limbs.

“Andrew, you’ll regret this decision. I’ll make you pay for the pain you’ve caused me,” she said defiantly, her voice steady despite her bruised spirit.

“There’s nothing you can do,” Camilla sneered. “We’re ready for you whenever you come around. Don’t bother coming back. There’s no place for you here.”

Just then, a sleek black vehicle screeched to a halt nearby. The driver slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding Amelia on the ground. The well-dressed man who had nearly struck her earlier—Ethan Prescott—stepped out, his expression etched with concern.

“What are you doing here again?” Ethan asked, eyes scanning the scene.

He caught the tail end of Andrew, Camilla, and Elizabeth’s mocking jeers as they pushed Amelia away without mercy.

Without hesitation, Ethan knelt beside Amelia, gently lifting her into the car. He slid into the driver’s seat and instructed the driver firmly to leave quickly.

The car sped off into the distance, leaving behind the cold house, the cruel words, and the shattered past.