The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO

of the estate onto the polished marble floor as Barba

rehead, yet she kept her back straight, shedding the qui

loor hall, a sharp, nasty voice

thing in the morning-what pathet

w, Eleanor Cohen, sitting at the dining table holding a bon

ecklace gleaming coldly around her neck, Eleanor

ck toward the front door, wanting only

right

or slammed her teacup down onto

y you cou

her high heels, and threw a dirty

or her pregnancy, so go upstairs and clean th

ening with cold anger at the sheer absurdity of asking a leg

think you're the lady of this house just because Keagan keeps you

straight at Eleanor with freezing eyes

d hard, "I am not your family's maid, and I am

the usually submissive woman talk

say to me, you un

oss the face, just as she had done whenever

hand shot out with practiced Krav Maga speed

a locked the joint with ease, making E

! Let go of m

gled, her well-maintained

away, sending Eleanor stumbling backward two st

ing down at her with chilling authority. "Start

rce agreement from her coat pocket, she th

nd Eleanor's eyes went wide when she looked d

pointed a shaking finger at her. "Do you really think y

et out a

more about your precious son before someone se

e picked up her suitcase and strode out th

e driveway to the main road, taking a deep breath of fresh air as

nd typed out a short resignation letter addressed

Letter - Barbara Burke," she hit send and w

number, Eleanor's number, and every single co

rb, and the driver stepped out to

bara pulled the dark blue private passport from the bottom of her b

n her phone, selected a first-class flight to

box flashed across the screen: Transaction Failed. Your passpo