The True Heiress Divorced and Married a Dying Billionaire Heir Novel – “I accept your proposition,” I said flatly, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. “I’ll walk out of Nathaniel Carter’s world forever… and marry the dying heir of the Whitmore family instead.” The wedding ring hit the mahogany table with a loud clink, echoing like a coffin lid sealing shut. Seated across the opulent drawing room, Benjamin Everett—my biological father—froze, his teacup halted midair.
“You… what did you say?” he asked hoarsely, disbelief etched into every syllable. “I said I’ll marry the Whitmore heir on his deathbed,” I repeated firmly, locking eyes with his stunned expression. “The engagement that was intended for your precious daughter Madeline? I’ll take her place.” Three years I had lived as Nathaniel Carter’s assistant. Three years as the secret wife no one knew about. And then, one month ago, my world shattered into dust.
I was abducted while returning home from work and held captive in a windowless warehouse for four agonizing days, screaming until my voice gave out. My wrists were rubbed raw, bleeding from the nylon cords that bit deep into my skin. I heard them call Nathaniel—twenty-seven times. Not once did he respond. Eventually, one of the men burst out laughing and turned the phone to speaker mode. A woman’s voice cackled, “The boss has more important things to do. Try someone who actually cares.” They left me after that. I can’t remember how I was rescued.
The police said I had lost consciousness by the time they found me. A week without food. Barely a day from death. When I was wheeled into the hospital, I kept begging to see my husband. But he never came. Instead, the next morning, I saw the headlines: [Romance in Paradise: Nathaniel Carter Spotted Vacationing in Bali with Childhood Love Madeline Everett] In that instant, the illusion I had carefully constructed around my life collapsed. While I was chained in a warehouse, he was sunbathing with his hidden lover—my supposed sister—Madeline.
The girl who had been mistakenly raised in my place after we were switched at birth. After sixteen years spent in the countryside with my impoverished grandmother, I was revealed to be the real daughter of the Everett family. But they made it clear from the beginning: “We can’t abandon the girl we’ve raised for sixteen years. Madeline is delicate, Sienna. Now that you’re here, don’t desire things that aren’t meant for you.” Those were their exact words.
Their eyes had scanned me like I was a stain tarnishing their perfect family portrait. “I know you’re reluctant to let Madeline marry a man on the verge of death. But you need the Whitmore fortune to keep your company afloat. So here’s the solution: the daughter you never wanted will do it instead.” The room descended into an eerie hush. Benjamin Everett stared at me, stunned. My birth mother sat frozen, her face pale with disbelief. I rose slowly, gathering the last shreds of pride I had left.