Devastating Diva Novels & Stories

“No one should treat my daughter like that.” The words are cold and sharp like a blizzard when they leave his lips and I can see a deadly and calculated aura in his eyes. Surprise shocks me into silence for a bit, and then a fact dawns on me, that this is who I am now. I am now Antonia Verentia Elcot, Daughter of Damien Elcot Grey. I am his pride and joy.

Vanessa's POV The living room was a mess. Chairs had been flung to a corner. Broken shards of glass lay around like someone purposely smashed things to the floor. Pieces of paper littered the house and I just knew, that something even more terrible than usual had happened while I was at work. “Your dad finally asked to be granted a divorce,” She said tiredly to me and my heart hitched. “Did you-?” She sighed. “Yes, and immediately I did, different people came in here insisting to be paid their debts. They were pretty violent about it.” She recounted to me with her head facing up.

“Just because of that? I don’t believe it.” Eva ran her fingers through her hair. Her eyes flushed red. “I live in luxury but never got the love I wanted. So if you say I want Charles because of his company, then you’re wrong, bitch! I want the affection he can give me. I want his love! Is that enough?”

She concealed her little comeback with a soured laughter. Laura's face became stern all of a sudden. But she needed to remain calm. Jonathan would pop up with his signal anytime soon. And she didn't want to add any more trouble to his plate by murdering a woman... "You're right," she breathed the words. "Divorce is for good women, like me. You should remain with the beast. The same fate would just happen, when Thomas will find some other lady more interested in and you wouldn't even matter anymore." Advancing closer till she met the shorter woman's ears, she whispered. "That's interesting to think about, right?"

"She slipped away in the chaos of the blast. We think she’s headed to the factory. She knows Rachelle is going for the physical drive." I looked toward the industrial skyline of Prato. Rachelle was walking into a fortress, thinking she had the upper hand, but she was being stripped of her power in real-time. My father wasn't just trying to kill her anymore; he was trying to make her a "Despreciada" all over again—a woman with nothing, forced to beg for his mercy. "Not this time," I whispered. I walked toward a nondescript black van parked under the bridge. Inside, two of my men were waiting with a fresh kit: a tactical vest, a clean shirt, and my favorite custom .45.

“And I deny them.” Lucien Lucien watched Isabella carefully. She wasn’t nervous. She wasn’t tense. She was waiting. That alone made his blood run cold. Isabella’s attorney rose smoothly. “Your Honor, my client has acted solely in the interest of protecting an endangered heir one forcibly removed from their rightful bloodline and placed into a volatile environment.” Volatile. Lucien clenched his jaw. “This woman,” the attorney continued, gesturing toward Ava, “has suffered extreme emotional trauma, public scandals, and violent incidents. She is unfit.”

Satisfied, I walked out and headed to the living room. Rachael was sitting on the couch when I entered. She's dressed in a sharp corporate gown and pointed heels, her hair pulled into a sleek bun. She looked every bit the successful career woman. I approached quietly and sat opposite her. “Looking different today?” she asked, her voice laced with mockery. I would've normally ignored her but since I'm in a good mood, I replied anyway. "Yes I am." She clicked her tongue against her teeth with a disdainful look on her face. “Aren’t you just pathetic? Dressing up for a divorce? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Two: Before the Beginning Damian arrived in forty minutes, which meant he had been in the car before she finished the call. She met him at the door. He looked the way he had been looking since the bankruptcy — stripped of infrastructure, clean of armor, just the man himself in a dark jacket and the face she had once known better than she knew her own. His eyes went to Hargrove first, then to the empty chair where Elliot had been sitting, then to Lila.

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."