The Savage Heiress Quits as the CEO’s Stand-In Wife

Chapter One

“Only one week left, Dad, until the three-year mark. I’ll have Larkin sign the papers soon. Once we’re divorced, I’ll be gone.”

Dionne had known since the moment she married Larkin Jablonski three years ago that this day would come. She just didn’t expect it to come so soon.

Then again, he had never loved her, even just once. The woman he truly loved was Farrah Willoughby—her sister.

Foster, her father, glanced at the divorce agreement. The corners of his mouth curled in satisfaction as he sneered.

“Larkin was always meant to be with Farrah. She just left for Melbourne a few years ago, and we let you take her place to avoid unnecessary trouble. Now, she’s back, and it’s time you step aside.”

Hearing those cruel words from her father’s mouth made her heart cold.

Apparently, that was what real family meant. Just because Farrah was the biological daughter, they used Dionne until they no longer needed her.

That gap between the two had never been clearer than it was a month ago—when Larkin’s fiercest rival kidnapped the two Willoughbys daughters.

Up in the sky, thirty-three thousand feet above the ground, there was only one parachute.

Without hesitation, Larkin gave it to Farrah.

And Dionne? She was thrown straight into the sea.

She would’ve died if not for Brixton Hemsley, the wealthiest man in Vermont, who happened to rescue her at the last moment.

It was from that moment on that she truly woke up.

A man who didn’t even care whether she lived or died—what was the point in holding onto him?

Seeing her not reacting, Foster frowned. “Despite everything, I’ve raised you like my own, Dionne. To compensate you, once you leave, I’ll give you a modest flat in the suburbs and ten grand.”

He said it as though bestowing great charity, as if those meager offerings were some grand reward.

Dionne’s reply came out flat. “Keep it. I won’t take a single thing from the Willoughbys.”

“I know you’ve always been proud, but you’re not my real daughter, Dionne. The fact that I’m even offering you this much is already generous. You shouldn’t be greedy.”

Her father narrowed his eyes. Not a hint of fatherly love could be seen in his gaze, only unwavering calculation.

“Don’t worry, Dad,” she said calmly. “The day I leave Larkin will also be the day I cut all ties with all of you.”

She had always been just the adopted daughter, anyway.

Back when Farrah disappeared, her mother fell into depression. The family only adopted Dionne to give Foster’s wife something to cling to.