Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair Novels & Stories

Detroit~ That name tasted like ash in her mouth. She pressed forward quickly, afraid his silence would harden into dismissal. “I won’t say anything about her. I won’t interfere. If you want her, have her. Bring her into our marriage as your concubine, your mistress. I won’t object.” Her voice wavered. “I’ll even accept her with grace. I just… I just need my place as your wife.” Her words hung in the air, absurd even to her own ears. A Harrington heiress, offering to share her man. A humiliation unthinkable in their world. Yet here she was, bleeding her pride out at his feet.

Was there anything more miserable than being a wife who didn't know where her husband was, who he was with, or what he was doing? Thinking back, wasn't his first wife the same? Now Alice finally understood how it felt. But she didn't have to be worried. Life was always like this. Those with the ability and tactics would succeed, whether in their career or marriage. And Mrs. Sandra Desmond didn't need her approval either. Due to their divorce, she had practically drained Mr. Peter Desmond's assets, leaving Alice with nothing as someone who came later. She married into a prestigious family but was looked down upon by her husband's family. So many people were waiting to see her become a joke!

“Oh?” Rhiannon asked as she raised her eyebrows and seemed unaffected by those words. “Why do you look so unconcerned?” Yadira frowned as she couldn’t understand what her sister was thinking. “Why should I look as if I am so bothered or stressed out about that? If he accepts that woman even after knowing that her mother was an imposter, he isn’t worth being my husband. What I will do after everything is over is to divorce him. Right now, I will just stay alert as I look at what he and his family would do concerning this Cecily Sanders,” Rhiannon said lazily but there was an evil glint in her eyes.

Mom domineering voice pierced into my ears. I looked at her. "I'm sorry,mom but I've lost my appetite so excuse me. I love the gown. And, about how I feel? Trulyyyy happy because I'd soon escape this hell."I got up. "I see you cannot wait,"she crossed her arms. Eyes boring into mine. "How impatient tho,can the heiress of Winslow be just for marriage!"she spat. My legs felt numb at her statement. "Marriage is not an achievement,dear."

I had to think. Every part of me screamed to run or collapse into Clark’s arms, but I refused. I was Victoria Hale, CEO, survivor, and a woman who had gone from being a naive wife with nothing to being untouchable. I wouldn’t crumble now. Not for Daniel Rhodes or for anyone.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

She never imagined that her first step into the Davenier family wouldn’t be marrying the man she liked, but instead getting frozen out. Luckily, Esther’s face was ruined. Once the storm passed and things settled, Evander would likely abandon her altogether. A disfigured socialite as the heiress of the Westvale family? That would be a joke in high society. ***

Now that he had run me bankrupt to square zero, he decided to make me useless. “I'm the one Tyler loves, I have always been the one. Isabella, you have been his wife for a long time now, it's time to give it up”. I still couldn't believe what was happening. How could Tyler do this to me? I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. I was just sitting there weak, hopeless and alone on the floor. I gradually opened my eyes to meet Nicollete's eyes open with wide fury! She sneered and pinched my arm with her long nails.

“She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?” I closed my eyes, the words cutting deep. To everyone I was just a discarded wife of the Moretti family, the wife that couldn’t sustain her marriage and was thrown out by her family, the woman that is throwing herself at another powerful man because the other rejected her. They weren’t entirely wrong after all I was casted away by my family and I had lost everything. Kai’s reply was steady. “It looks like I’m doing what I want.”

she asked softly. Her eyes searched his face intently. For a fleeting second, Alexander looked away before finally meeting her gaze again. He cupped his wife’s face in both hands. “I won’t. Haven’t I already told you that you’re the only woman I love?” he insisted. “I love you for who you are, not because of a child.” Sabina smiled, curling her fingers around her husband’s. “I believe you. I’m sure you’ll remain faithful to me even if I can’t give you a child. Right?”