Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You’re not in my shoes, so you can’t know how I feel!” He didn’t flinch. He just looked at me… then slowly leaned back, folding his arms and crossing his legs, like I was some kind of show. That made it worse. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. “Everything you think you know about me is what the media or the public must have told you,” my voice trembled, and I hated that it did. I was trying so hard not to cry again. “The rich heiress who lost everything… the foolish wife who got cheated on and thrown away…”

He had believed he was trading an unremarkable bronze token for a flashy, gilded trophy. Now, looking at Adelaide standing before a standing ovation of the world's most powerful tastemakers, Oscar realized the horrifying truth. He hadn't thrown away a bronze token. He had cast aside a diamond because he lacked the vision to see its brilliance. The woman he had dismissed as simple and passive had built an empire out of raw flax, determination, and untouchable talent. She was no longer the quiet girl who adjusted his tie before he left for the board meetings. She was a titan.

Derrick snorted, spiting on my face. I laughed calmly, using my thumb to clean off his spit. Then I suddenly gripped him by the hair, pulling his head backwards. "You seem to have mistaken me for the Elisa Gilbert you know, I'm no longer that Elisa, I no longer have any reason to put up with your bullshit just for peaceful coexistence." I made a dramatic pause with a light chuckle as my other hand pressed the bat on Derrick's leg. "I am Elisa Gilbert, the heiress of the Gilbert's family, there's no need for appearances so what you did this evening must never repeat itself again, we are divorced, you got that?"

Emily's Pov We left Blackridge First Bank with Mason a step behind us, and I couldn't stop thinking about Victoria standing inside that vault holding a coin worth nothing, her face twisted with a fury she'd probably spent years rehearsing for a very different outcome. Richard and Victoria had spent years chasing the Ashbourne Trust, and Victoria had somehow reached that vault before any of us, only to find it empty. The vault had never been the destination. It was only one piece of whatever my mother had built, one small chamber in something far larger than any of us had understood.

Later, when I packed my bags and set out to live and travel abroad, she found out and followed along, leaving me both amused and helpless. In the end, we naturally ended up together. The next time I heard news of Claire, it was of her death. It turned out that after she left that day, she spiraled into despair and blamed everything on Justin. To punish him, she hired lawyers and sued him, demanding he return all the property she had ever given him. She even used her connections to make sure he couldn't find a job, leaving him to wander the streets. In the end, unable to endure it any longer, Justin lay in wait outside her company and ended her life with a single knife.

“Our marriage was only for my benefit. You don’t have the right to question my movements. I have the right to do anything with anyone I want. You can’t stop me!” He sneered. “I don’t love you, Alexa. Gia is the one I’ve always loved even before I married you. So, please, get out!” His words left me speechless. It all made sense now– the late nights, the long night phone calls and why Justin never returned home during weekends. He had a mistress. He had been cheating on me with her… With Gia Michaels, the rumored heiress of the S&B Empire– one of the richest family in Sarto.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

My heiress wife, Elise Shore, recently fell into a deep funk. Even the best food and the most fun plans couldn't get a rise out of her. Her best friend invited her to go shopping, but she refused even that. Another suggestion was to go on a trip abroad, but she still wouldn't go. As the only daughter of Shore Group's chairman, Elise had always been the apple of everyone's eye. She'd never been like this before. After digging around, I found out from people in her social circle that her childhood sweetheart had publicly announced his engagement to someone else. That was why she was acting like this.

I imagined the humiliation that was burned through him when Nicholas ordered him to leave. I let out a bitter laugh and whispered to myself, "Serves him right." Patrick had thrown my love into the mud, treated me like a doormat, made me feel worthless, discarded me for another woman only to learn that I had already been someone out of his league. But I wasn't done yet. No. This was just the beginning. "Patrick" I muttered. Looking at my reflection on the Vanity mirror, " I will make sure you have nothing to fall back on." The mere thought of it sent a dark thrill through me. I was no longer Giselle Hilton the pitiful wife who had spent her days trying to please a man who never saw her. I was

Her skin was still warm, but the violent shivering had stopped. Yesterday, she was just a waitress at a high-society gala—a background figure the elite crowd looked right through. But the moment Davis Vance pushed her to the ground, the moment that spoiled heiress shattered glass over her head, something in me had snapped. I had known about Davis Vance. I knew about his rapid rise in the tech industry, his pristine reputation, and his impending merger with the wealthy corporate lines of the city. What I didn't know was that his entire empire was built on the broken back of a woman who had given him everything.