Divorced Heiress
Chapter 90

ALEXANDER.

The days at Doinel, under the command of the wretched Paul, became my worst t*****e, not only beca Lancaster Collection garments to make me change the designs that Jimena had been working on tirelessly I defended my staff, reminding Paul of one of the many clauses in the contract, where the fashion hou collaborators had to modify the designs if he deemed them unsuitable for the collection.

There was no doubt that he had no idea where he stood, and although he might have years of experie on a personal war that he would eventually lose.

I had the desire to abandon Leonardo Doinel's project due to such an outrage, but I made him a prom Moreover, Sarah and Tristan were the most affected, and being in the company, I could stay alert to ar possible, and I wouldn't allow that.

-Mr. Lancaster, my patience is running out. The colors of this design are not in sync with the collection look at her disdainfully.

ad to endure the notable absence of my fairy, but also because there wasn't a day that the wretched man didn't look for the slightest detail in each of the day and night.

nel granted creative freedom to the designers, but he hid behind the fact that the final word belonged to the general director of Doinel and that the

the manager of a company, he had no knowledge of how to manage such a prestigious fashion house. He was out of his depth, wasting resources and time

to disappoint him, and even though I was absent, I would keep that promise under any circumstances.

that Paul might be hatching with his mother. Because if I was sure of anything, it was that they wouldn't rest until they caused them as much harm as

a change in half an hour.- Paul arrived at the workshop where Jimena was working with one of the test models for the latest change, and he stopped to

My patience was running out, and so was my designer's. This was not a game, and he was treating it as such blatantly sabotaging us. -Mr. Dubois, if you know so much about designs and colors, why don't you do it yourself? Are you dou

hy thirty years of experience as a designer?- Jimena couldn't remain silent any longer and responded to Paul with arrogance. Well said. Paul gave a cold look to Jimena who was agitated, and when he opened his mouth to speak, I stood up from my seat, interrupting any stupidity he was about to say. -Think twice before addressing my designer. Do you think the success of my company is due to a thousand changes on my part, without having the slightest idea of the exhaustive work and creativity of my designers? If you have no knowledge of exclusive fashion designs, it's best not to give your opinion. I'm afraid this time I won't be able to please you; the color ill stay as it is.- I confronted him, feeling irritated by his mere presence. I wouldn't allow him to continue sabotaging my team's work; it would only delay the estimated collaboration time.

Paul looked at me challengingly and smirked. -I'm not here for decoration, Mr. Lancaster. Now that there and no Doinels in this company, you can't do whatever you want. I don't know what tricks you used to win over the former owners of my company, but let me warn you right now that none of your cheap tricks work on me. Your company is nothing compared to I don't know what they were thinking when they decided to give LC a chance.-

I laughed grimly upon hearing the nonsense he was saying and approached him with indifference. -Isow the president of Doinel thinks? Can't you do anything else but compare yourself to others? You're only showing your insecurities, and the truth is, you are nobody, you have nothing, and that frustrates you, right? Tell me, what have you achieved on your own merits? Nothing! Don't test my patience and let me work, because unlike you, I achieve my accomplishments cleanly, without needing to take anything away from anyone.-

I confronted him without holding anything back, and I knew that my words infuriated him to a great extent, but he concealed it behind his fake smile.

-I feel so sorry for Sarah, the kind of man she ended up with. She's a masochist and so weak-minded that she let herself be deceived by a rogue who cheated on her.-

His disgusting lips pronounced my wife's name, and my blood started to boil.I could allow him to insult me if he wanted to, but to speak about Sarah in that way, never.

I couldn't contain myself when I grabbed him by the collar of his suit and slammed him forcefully against the wall. I wanted to wipe the smile off his face, but the desperate cries of Jimena and the present models stopped me.

-Do not speak her name again. She is capable of making her own decisions without needing to be enticed as you wanted to do, to take away all her fortune. And she was smart enough to not accept anything from you. If we talk about tricks, let's talk about the document you made Leonardo sign under false pretenses. No, let's talk about how your plans with Sarah failed and you had to resort to the lowliness of taking away her company in the most painful moment of her life.- I spat out each word with disgust on his face, and he remained silent, smiling as if he was proud of the filth he had done.

-She and I are getting married, and you won't be able to do anything to stop it. So think twice before mentioning my wife again, because I swear I will destroy you with a snap of my fingers.-

Blood rushed to my head and I couldn't stop to think about what was coming out of my mouth. I resorted to lies to directly threaten him in front of everyone, and only then did his disgusting smile disappear from his face.

I let go of him when Jimena spoke to calm me down, but I didn't pay attention to what she was saying. I was so filled with rage that I couldn't hear clearly what was happening around me. I could only fix my icy gaze on that imbecile's face.

In the next second, Paul adjusted his suit, which was wrinkled from my violent grip, and smirked arrogantly. -Who you are doesn't change, Mr. Lancaster.- He said, and then he left confidently, leaving Jimena's workshop with a tense atmosphere. I didn't know what he meant by that. I didn't know if it was a warning or a threat, but I could expect anything from Paul.

-Mr. Alexander, it didn't have to come to that extreme. If I had known that you would react that way, I would have simply changed the color of the dress, even if it made me furious. But I prefer to avoid it.- Jimena said, sounding stunned by the recent events. I had to pace back and forth to try to stabilize myself.

-Jimena, this has nothing to do with the design. You're doing a great job. Paul's problem is with me, and he's taking it out on our effort to push the collection forward.- I clarified to Jimena so she wouldn't feel guilty, although it was futile. The poor woman was on edge, clearly hurt.

-Take the rest of the day off, go rest, and don't give anyone any explanations.-

Her panicked look made it clear that she didn't dare to do that after the heated confrontation with Paul.

-You work for me, and in this company, or any other, you only receive my orders.-

With that, Jimena became more understanding and nodded before returning to the models and organizing her things.

I couldn't stay a minute longer in this place. I was too tense, and there was only one person on the planet who could change my mood just by seeing her.

I left Jimena's workshop heading to my office, and as I passed by Paul's office, I stopped when I overheard a conversation. Apparently, he was on a call, but it clearly had nothing to do with work.

-You're daydreaming.- He said. I didn't know exactly what he was talking about, but what was certain was that he was talking to a woman. Quickly, I pulled out my phone and activated the voice recorder.

-I have given you enough money to live a life of luxury. You won't receive a single cent more from me. I'm doing too much for you by lending you the services of my lawyers.-

Now I knew the case was serious with the mention of his lawyers. I supposed it had to do with the Richmans.

-I'm not in the mood to put up with you... Look, I don't care that you can't enjoy the money. You knew the risks you were taking, and yet you accepted. And don't you dare threaten me. Just as my lawyers are helping you, they can also bury you, and your parents will suffer the consequences of even mentioning the Dubois name. Do not call me again.-

I assumed the call ended when it fell silent, and I hurried to save the recording as I walked away from his office, continuing on my way to mine. Paul had not mentioned any names during the call, but the situation matched perfectly with Rachel's. She received money in exchange for destroying my marriage with Sarah, and when she was discovered, Paul felt cornered to the point that he paid his lawyers to take care of her case. To make matters worse, he had threatened to harm her parents if she dared to reveal everything she knew.

The recording could be very useful to sink Paul. This was a crucial moment, and now more than ever, I had to protect my family. I hastily gathered my things and called Cristina to accompany me to my apartment. I would need her help to pack the most necessary things, as from today onwards, I would stay in Villa Doinel to ensure their safety.

I stopped the car in front of Sarah's company and sat for a few minutes with my hands on the steering wheel, contemplating whether I should go inside or simply wait for her to come out. She had a board meeting today, and I didn't want to interrupt it. However, the desire to see her as soon as possible won, because ever since the day we made love, I hadn't had any time for her. I was desperate to have her in my arms, and now I had the whole day free to dedicate to her and Tristan.

When I asked for Sarah, they told me she was in the design workshop. I felt relieved to know that the meeting was already over, and the rest was just protocol. I took a deep breath and walked towards the indicated place. When I saw her from behind, looking so elegant and focused on the garment in her hands, all the bad thoughts vanished from my mind as if by magic. She was magical. I didn't wait for a second longer without feeling her warm skin in my hands, so I approached and surprised her with a waist embrace. I avoided telling her what had happened at the company because I didn't want to worry her or stress her out even more than she had been in the past few days. However, I directly informed her that I would be staying in the villa and wouldn't accept a no as an

answer.

Our conversation was interrupted by a phone call, and worry settled in my chest when she was left speechless, listening to what they were saying on the other side of the line. Then, a single word came out of her mouth, and I immediately knew it was related to the conversation I had "accidentally" overheard in Paul's office and that my suspicions were true. The call from Paul was with Rachel.

-You will confess.- Sarah said, and I expected her to say something more than that.

-Rachel, your parents are not in danger. I have made sure to protect them. No, do not speak with the Richman lawyers. My lawyers will take care of your case from today. I will find a way to have your sentence reduced or, in the best possible scenario, grant you freedom.-

I expected nothing less from Sarah. She was acting with intelligence and maturity. She was extending a hand to the person who wanted to harm her. However, Sarah would be the one to benefit the most from Rachel's confession, as she would have a witness who would sink the Dubois.

-I won't be able to travel, but I assure you that the lawyers will meet with you today and take care of everything. Don't be afraid, everything will turn out fine. I will stay updated on everything. Thank you, Rachel, you are making the right decision.- Sarah ended the call and looked at me astonished. I didn't know what to do about it. I couldn't show surprise when I knew more than she did, when I knew what motivated Rachel to confess.

-Rachel is going to testify.- Sarah said, almost in a whisper, and without expecting it, she threw herself into my arms while laughing with happiness. I couldn't do anything but hug her back and smile at how elated she was.

-I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.- She said as she pulled away from me. Suddenly, she surprised me by leaving a fleeting kiss on my lips before heading back to the workshop.

-I'm sorry, I have to go. If there are any updates, you can inform Vincent. And Vincent, I'll be waiting for you at home. We need to talk.-

I chuckled from my place, feeling a pleasant sensation in my chest as I watched Sarah so lively. I waited for her to say goodbye and hand Abby the keys to her car before she came back to me with a radiant smile on her face that made her even more beautiful. -Did I mention how much I love seeing you smile?- I asked as I intertwined my fingers with hers, letting her lead me hurriedly through the unfamiliar hallways of the company. I had no idea where we were going, and I didn't care as long as it was her holding my hand. Her green eyes stopped on me for a few seconds, and I noticed her cheeks had turned pink.

-The good news is starting to come, and I'll help you make everything perfect.- I said.

She stopped when we arrived at the door of what looked like the boardroom and looked at me again with a sparkle in her eyes that hadn't appeared in a long time.

-Everything will turn out perfectly. Someone once told me that no hardship lasts a hundred years, and they're absolutely right.- She said.

A smile formed on my face as she repeated the words I had said to her a few days ago, and without waiting for a response from me, she opened the door we had stopped in front of and quickly searched for Tristan, who was sleeping on the couch under Jack's care. When she came out, I took our son from her so that she wouldn't strain herself carrying him to the car, and she stood in front of me, looking at me without wiping the smile from her face as the following words naturally escaped her mouth, as if she hadn't disagreed a moment ago with the idea of us temporarily living under the same roof, and it completely brightened my day.

-Today is a wonderful day for you to move in with us.-