Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair Novels & Stories

She then let the pieces fall to the floor, like discarded confetti after a funeral. "You think just because you survived childbirth, we owe you something?" Mrs Lena asked and stepped closer "You killed one of our heirs. You cost this family more than money can cover." Calla was speechless. Her hands clenched at her sides as she was suddenly filled with anger. How could they blame her for something that was beyond her control? And how could they be so heartless? Delaney, standing beside her mother, folded her arms and added coldly, "We should've never trusted someone like you. A nameless orphan. I always knew you were going to ruin something."

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

When he brought her like a piece of rag from that lying bitch, she admits that she lost hope but she sees a future now and she can grab it. She is not a whore and will never be one. She is the heiress of GLV Winery and she will not let her story turn out this way. She will not be a piece of wood in the closet of this bastard. She will bid her time and escape. She will find that witch and teach her a life lesson she will never forget. She made Uncle Nicholas squandered all her fortune as if that was not enough, she sold her. Talking about having your cake and eating it too but she will make this earth bitter for her.

And then, with one effortless motion, Leif scooped her up and carried her off under the moonlight, her laughter trailing behind them like music. Back to the bridal suite. And somewhere beneath the stars, their story finally settled into peace. She had once been a jilted heiress. A shattered daughter. A forgotten name. But now— She was a wife. A mother. A survivor. And their love story was only just beginning. *** ***

"An asset? I’m an interior designer he won't let work, a wife he won't touch, and a woman who can't even walk across a ballroom without breaking the floorboards." "You are the sole heiress to the Davis Group," Braden corrected her, his voice low and firm. "You graduated top of your class in design, and you possess a sharp, brilliant mind. I've read your architectural critiques, Giselle. Your vision is magnificent. You are intelligent, and beneath the tears, you are exceptionally beautiful."

Not on my watch. I went to my home office—a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive desk, and multiple monitors for when I needed to work from home—and sat down at my computer. I pulled up several news sites, all of them still running variations of the story about Anya's supposed affair and abandonment of her marriage. My jaw clenched as I read the headlines: "Disgraced Heiress Leaves Husband for Billionaire Rival" "Kennedy Davenport Heartbroken as Wife Chooses Wealth Over Love"

my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.” My ears rang. My vision blurred. He had just disowned me in front of everyone. “No…” My whisper was drowned by the applause breaking out among the crowd, half in shock, half in support. Anette’s smile grew wider, and Elias leaned close to her, as if they had planned this betrayal all along. I wanted to scream, to fight, to claw at the lies. But my body was frozen, trapped in a cage of disbelief. It wasn’t just Elias who had betrayed me. My father, the man I trusted most, had thrown me away like I was nothing.

He had gambled everything on her. When she had returned, he had abandoned his marriage without hesitation, convinced that aligning himself with Camille—the so-called true heiress—would elevate him higher. But reality had turned on him with ruthless precision. One mistake led to another, and while everything in his life spiraled downward, Mirena’s only seemed to rise. For a fleeting second, regret had crept in. Then he had crushed it. There was no point dwelling on her. He had nothing to gain from Mirena anymore. Once he secured a meeting with the investment queen, everything would change.

I couldn't recall how I'd fled the Hampton’s mansion to Reese's place without giving an answer, or how long I remained sitting in place until Reese returned, finally shaking the truth out of me. Reese hissed, dragging her hands through her hair. She looked so incensed one would ink that she was the one burned with the threat of millions in debt. “There has to be something you can do…ANYTHING-” “There's nothing Reese.” I replied hollowly. There were only two choices. I canceled the marriage and was saddled with millions in debt, or I would have to endure a one-sided wedding and all the humiliation that comes with it.. It didn't matter which side I chose, because their goal was to ruin whateve

Nails dug into my palms, anger, I was trembling—she was taking everything from me, even Dmitri’s heart. Dmitri splayed himself across the couch, suit askew, the neck of a whiskey bottle wobbling between his fingers as his drunkenness assembled a depressing still-life. His eyes, bloodshot, remained glued to the screen, and he muttered, “Valenticia,” her name a blurred prayer. My heart turned over, part anger, how dare he care for her in my home? “Shut up!” I cried out, my voice high, but he gave the sum of what it ranked hardly a second glance, so charmed by her radiance was he. I struggled for breath; Vakette, my father’s legacy, was slipping through my fingers, and Dmitri, my husband, was f