The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus)

The moment Sierra said those words, Sophia was stunned. She immediately let

go of her and said, "Sierra, calm down. It's always safest to keep your money in

your own hands.

"Even though your parents came with you to Dithoria State, the businesses your

family owns are still the result of their hard work. Don't give it all up just because

you're upset with Samuel."

"See, Sophia? That's the difference between you and Samuel," Sierra said, her

smile more heartbreaking than her tears.

She explained, "Samuel actually built a successful business overseas. He's done

well for himself and made good money. But when I returned to Amberton, and we

did the DNA test confirming I was my parents' daughter, Samuel kept saying he

didn't care about the Remington estate. Still, everything he said hinted that he

wanted it.

"The same went with Sinclair Group. At first, he claimed it meant nothing to him,

saying he didn't want it, but he totally changed once we got back to Dithoria State.

I don't know how someone can flip like that... unless he'd been pretending the

entire time we were abroad."

Sierra's eyes turned red, and tears slipped down before she could stop them.

Sophia handed her a tissue, and Sierra tried to smile through it, but it looked more

pained than the tears themselves.

Sierre mumbled through tears, "Sophia, I'm sorry. I was overseas all these years

and never did anything to help you or Ms. Blair. I really am sorry."

"You didn't hurt me, so what are you apologizing for?" Sophia said as she wiped

away Sierra's tears. "Sierra, just make sure this is what you truly want."

"I've thought it through," Sierra replied bitterly. "Compared to a lifetime of fear and

disgust every time I think about him, I'd rather deal with the short-term pain of

ending it now. Sophia, don't worry about me."

"How could I not worry about you?" Sophia's eyes started to water too. "When

Mom brought you home to the Sinclairs, I was so happy. I'd always wanted an

older sister, and you were the one who made that dream come true."

She added, "My relationship with Samuel was never good to begin with, even

when we were kids. Once we got older, it just got worse. Sierra, I just want you to

be happy."

Sierra replied, "And I want you to be happy, too."

They both laughed softly at that, and this time, the laughter was genuine.

After the laughter faded, Sierra took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions.

She said, "My parents only found me because of Mr. Holden, so they respect him

a lot. They won't allow anyone to insult or slander him. And I'm thankful to Mom

for bringing me home. Maybe I inherited my parents' sense of gratitude.

"But Samuel? I think he inherited all the worst traits from Ivan. I don't want my

future child to grow up to be like him. So, it's better to rip off the bandage now

than live with the wound forever."

Sophia replied, "Sierra, if you've made up your mind, then you've got my full

support."

"Alright. Thank you."

By this point, everything had been said. They had opened up and laid it all on the

table, making Sierra feel so much lighter inside. "Alright, let's finish our coffee and

meet up with Mom and Dad outside."

"Yeah, sounds good."

They continued sipping their coffee, mostly to keep themselves grounded. By the

time they finished, their emotions had settled.

Sierra finally smiled really smiled this time. "Sophia, Mr. Holt's a good guy."

Sophia agreed, "I know. Zachary's wonderful. I just worry I'm not good enough for

him."

"That's not true," Sierra said, reaching out to hold her hand. "You're amazing,

Sophia. Don't sell yourself short."

"We both deserve the best."

"Yes, we both do."

They exchanged a warm smile, then stood up together and walked out of the

private booth.

In the café's main hall, Zachary kept glancing at his watch, checking the timenoveldrama

every few minutes. He was genuinely getting anxious.

What worried him most was the

thought that Sierra might be like

Samuel-someone who would dig

up Sophia's painful past just to

throw it in her face. Sophia had

already been hurt enough, and he

was not about to let another toxic

person near her.

Thankfully, when Sophia and Sierra finally came out, they were walking arm in

arm, both wearing relaxed, genuine smiles.

"Sophia," Zachary called as he strode over quickly, taking her hand and giving her

a once-over. "Are you alright?"

Sierra spoke first, standing tall. "Mr. Holt, please don't worry. I'm a woman. And as

a woman, I only feel compassion toward Sophia. I would never hurt her. I've

already decided that I'm divorcing Samuel."

She continued, "To me, Sophia and Ms. Blair are my forever family. As for a man

like Samuel, I want nothing more to do with him."

Melissa stood up from her seat, a trace of concern on her face. "Cee... Sweetie,

do you really understand what you're saying?"

"I do," Sierra said as she walked over

and hugged her tightly. "I'm not

alone anymore. I have Dad and you,

Ms. Blair, and Sophia. I know exactly

what I'm doing and am fully

prepared to take responsibility for

my own choices. "So, please don't

worry about me."

She added, "You and Dad will always be my strongest support. As long as I have

you two, there's nothing in this world that can scare me."

"As long as you've thought it through, that's all that matters," Jonathan said

calmly. He had not been shocked by the divorce announcement.

Back in the car, after hearing the

awful things Samuel had said,

Jonathan had already felt uneasy.

But because Samuel was Sierra's

husband, he had not spoken up. Still,

at that moment, Jonathan had

completely lost respect for Samuel.

"Dad, you support me, right?" Sierra looked up at him, her eyes glistening. "Thank

you, Dad."

"You're our one and only precious daughter. If we don't support you, who else

would we support? And let's be honest-leaving Samuel isn't going to ruin your

life. We'll help you find someone way better."

Samantha chimed in cheerfully. "Exactly! And if you don't want to remarry, that's

fine. I'll get you a hot male escort. Eight-pack abs, rugged but sweet, obedient and

loyal who wouldn't want a man like that?"

Sierra burst into laughter, giving Samantha a playful wink. "Ms. Blair, not in front of

Mr. Holt, come on."

Samantha replied with a grin. "He won't mind, because Sophia will never get the

chance to look at a male escort."

With all the elders around, Zachary did not say much. However, he kept watching

Sophia with a protective look.

Later, he asked, "Sophia, what did you two talk about?"

Sophia shook her head with a smile. "That's a little secret between us women.

Don't ask, okay?"

"Alright. I won't ask." If she told him not to, then he would not press.

"I'm calling Samuel now," Sierra said as she sat down and pulled out her phone.

She dialed his number again.

This time, the phone rang for a long while before Samuel finally picked up. "Hey,

Cee."

"Samuel, let's get a divorce." Sierra's voice was steady and calm, completely

different from the earlier sorrow or hesitation.

She said, "I don't want this to be hard for either of us. Let's just take some time

apart and not see each other for a while. After that, we can pick a date, fly back to

where we got married, and make the divorce official."