I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father
Chapter 235: The Future Was Theirs

Chapter 235: The Future Was Theirs

The afterglow of the party still shimmered around Brooke, a warm, intoxicating haze of champagne and adulation. She twirled like a princess in her bedroom, the exquisite beading of her elaborate gown catching the soft light, her laughter echoing through the opulent space. The night had been a resounding success, a testament to her charm, her style, her undeniable star power.

"Oh, Lottie," she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement, "it was so perfect! Absolutely perfect! Everyone was there! Everyone will be talking about me for months! Did you see that it is in the top trends on social media?"

Lottie, her own face flushed with triumph, smiled warmly at her daughter. "You were magnificent, darling," she said, her voice laced with pride. "You shone brighter than any star, I am so proud of you."

"And to think that Lyse was there to experience my triumphant moment." Brooke said happily, her eyes glinting as she remembered.

"That is exactly why I told you not to bother with her." Lottie interjected. "There was little need to concern yourself with her since you were on the precipice of success."

"I will flaunt my success and happiness before Lyse." Brooke said dreamily, "she will feel sorry that she ever insult me. I’m going to be even wealthier than Levi is."

Brooke’s eyes sparkled. "And can you believe it?" she asked, her voice hushed with awe. "Mara was actually Maeve Welhaven! Maeve Welhaven! The only daughter of Sam Welhaven!"

The video had been so unearthed and it had surpassed her expectations by miles. She had hoped for a few luxury cars, some company share and money. She had instead gotten the chance to join a very prestigious family.

Lottie nodded, her own excitement palpable. "I can barely believe it myself, darling," she said, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and elation. "It’s... it’s incredible and unbelievable. We truly hit the jackpot."

They had spent the past few hours poring over the internet in search of anything they could find. Photographs and news items, trying to piece together the puzzle of Mara’s past. The revelation that she was actually Maeve Welhaven, the long-lost daughter of the legendary industrialist Sam Welhaven, had sent a shockwave through their carefully constructed world.

Lottie’s mind raced with possibilities. The Welhaven name was synonymous with wealth, with power, with influence. They were one of the most prominent families in the region, their vast fortune built on generations of shrewd business acumen and unwavering ambition.

"Imagine, Lottie," Brooke said, her voice filled with wonder. "We are related to the Welhavens! We are a part of that legacy!"

Lottie, her eyes gleaming with avarice, nodded eagerly. "It is more than just a legacy, darling," she said, her voice laced with a hint of calculation. "It’s a fortune."

She reached for her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Let us see just how much we are looking at you inheriting," she said, her voice laced with anticipation.

They gathered around the screen, their eyes widening as they scrolled through the online articles and financial reports for the umpteenth time, but their good fortune was too much to believe, they had to keep checking again and again. The numbers were staggering, the figures astronomical. The Welhaven fortune was vast, a seemingly endless reservoir of wealth.

"Oh my goodness," Brooke breathed, her voice filled with awe. "I still cannot believe it, this is... this is unbelievable."

Lottie’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with greed. "Unbelievable, but true, darling," she said, her voice laced with triumph. "We are going to be stingingly rich. Beyond our wildest dreams."

Brooke’s mind raced with images of luxury and opulence. She imagined herself living a life of unparalleled privilege, surrounded by designer clothes, exotic vacations, and the finest things money could buy.

"We have to claim it, Lottie," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We have to claim what’s rightfully ours."

Lottie nodded, her expression resolute. "Absolutely, darling," she said. "We are not going to let this opportunity slip through our fingers."

They began to discuss their strategy, their voices hushed with excitement. They would need to gather evidence, to prove Brooke’s lineage, to establish her claim as Maeve’s daughter.

"We’ll need birth certificates, DNA tests, anything we can find to cement your legitimacy," Lottie said, her voice laced with determination. "We will leave no stone unturned."

Brooke nodded eagerly, her mind already racing with the possibilities. "And we will need a lawyer," she said, her voice firm. "A very good one. Someone who can handle a case of this magnitude."

"Already ahead of you, darling," Lottie said, her smile widening. "I have been making some calls. We will have the best legal team that money can buy since very soon it will not be an object to us."

They spent the rest of the night planning, their excitement growing with each passing moment. They were on the verge of a life-changing discovery, a transformation that would propel them into the upper echelons of society.

"This is it, Lottie," Brooke said, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and determination. "This is our chance. Our chance to have everything we have ever wanted."

Lottie nodded, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. "We’ve waited for this for so long, darling," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "We’ve sacrificed so much. And now, it’s finally paying off."

They clinked their champagne glasses, their eyes locked in a silent pact. They were united in their ambition, their determination to claim their rightful inheritance. They were ready to face the world, to take what was theirs.

"To the Welhavens," Brooke said, her voice filled with triumph. "To our future."

"To the Welhavens," Lottie echoed, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "And to everything we deserve."

They raised their glasses, their laughter echoing through the opulent bedroom, a celebration of their newfound fortune, a testament to their unwavering ambition. The night was theirs, and the future was theirs for the taking.