I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 29

Chapter 8

Tilting her head with feigned sympathy, Clarissa added,

“Sure, you’re the legitimate Whitmore heiress–but so what? You’ll just grow old alone in this country.”

Grace gently patted her hand.

“Silly girl, don’t say that. You know how fragile your father is. And overseas healthcare? It’s a luxury.

We’re not abandoning Claire–we just don’t want to burden her.”

Father nodded in agreement, smiling as if every word made perfect sense.

They were waiting for me to break down.

To scream, cry, beg him not to abandon me–just like I did when I was seventeen.

But I simply asked whether they had already obtained foreign citizenship.

Father was stunned, then nodded slowly:

“Of course. Everything’s been arranged.”

“Good.” I turned to Ms. Hayes.

“As per national policy, dual citizenship is not recognized. Please request the immigration office to revoke all four of thei

citizenships.”

Their smiles froze.

Clarissa was the first to react, letting out a cold laugh.

‘Claire, are you out of your mind?”

Father shook his head and sighed, as if mourning my “spoiled nature.”

Just then, the meeting room doors burst open.

Lucas strode in, holding a thick stack of property deeds.

His face wore a mix of indulgence and helplessness.

“Cece, you’re such a spoiled little thing

All I asked for was an apology–and you vanish on me?

He reached out, trying to pinch my cheek, but I stepped back

He paused–then chuckled.

Still mad? Come on, let me hug you. Your husband really missed you

Chouter A

But the next second. Damien appeared.

He stepped forward and wrapped an arm firmly around me–declaring to all:

“From this moment forward, Claire is no longer anyone’s pawn–she’s my fiancée.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

Lucas’s eyes dimmed with fury, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“Mr. Cross, what is the meaning of this?”

Before Damien could reply, the auctioneer rang the ceremonial bell.

“The auction begins.”

What followed left everyone speechless.

Lucas, like a gambler on a losing streak, raised his bid again and again-

Ignoring his assistant’s pale face and frantic gestures.

“Sir!” the assistant finally cried out.

“The bid exceeds the total value of our collateralized assets!”

But Lucas didn’t care.

All he saw was Claire sitting opposite him–calm, detached, not even glancing at him.

He kept bidding madly, even pledging three subsidiaries under Reed International.

Clarissa sat below, her eyes burning with jealousy.

Father and Grace were grinning from ear to ear.

Finally, the gavel came down.

“The winning bidder for this round–Mr. Damien.”

Dead silence.

Then–crash!

Lucas, for the first time, lost his composure and overturned the table.

“Darien! What the hell do you mean by taking my wife?!

Calmly, I tapped a button on my phone. The room filled with their own voices–unforgiving, undeniable-

The one from the wedding, of Lucas and my father discussing the “sham marriage‘

Chapter B

“Your legal wife is Clarissa.”

Lucas turned to Clarissa, eyes burning

“You told her?!”

“No–no. it wasn’t me!”

Clarissa frantically shook her head, tears spilling out–but couldn’t hide her guilt