Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair Novels & Stories

If she bought up all of the family's outstanding debt, the original eight million dollars owed could probably be settled for around eight hundred thousand. With some careful maneuvering and a few profitable opportunities, the family could get back on its feet. The moment the words blacklisted debtors came up, she noticed Gyle's expression change. He snorted angrily and turned his head away. “If there were another choice, who'd want to live like this?” He sighed heavily. Wasn't all of this because of his mother's endless scheming? People always said that having an elder in the family was a blessing. This particular "blessing" had managed to shock the ages.

I muttered under my breath, my fist clenching clutching onto the fabric of my cheap chiffon dress as I stared at the picture again. He was indeed curled up in the arms of another woman while I was being forced to make a hard decision. Why did I think that a wealthy billionaire like him would choose a poor woman like me with nothing to her name? He’d promised me a lifetime of love, peace and happiness with him, but instead, he inflicted me with pain and despondence. How was I to take care of this child on my own?

“Call me.” “Have you seen it?” “We need to talk.” All I asked for is a peaceful life, can I ever get it? I took a deep breath and opened the first text from Lily. "Have you seen the article? Call me ASAP." What article? I scrolled through my notifications and found a link to New York Social, the city's premier gossip magazine. The publication every wealthy family reads over breakfast while pretending they didn't. The headline made my stomach drop. "ASHFORD HEIRESS RETURNS: Kate Taylor Joins Father's Empire After Bitter Divorce."

She knew, this time, he will make a way for him to get what he wants. And of course, she won’t ever leave the place where she was born. She won’t let her dad to get what he wants. She won’t let him escape nor forget the memory of the past and negligence he did to her, causing her to lost everything. "Hey guys, we're here," her train of thoughts stopped when Sevi spoked and announced that they are back at Empires. He even lifted the plastic bags he was holding containing alcohol and some chips. He also served them glasses and snacks.

BREAKING NEWS: DAMIAN CARTER FILES FOR DIVORCE—AURORA SINCLAIR’S FALL FROM GRACE INSIDERS REVEAL: AURORA CARTER NEVER CONTRIBUTED TO HER HUSBAND’S SUCCESS THE TROPHY WIFE WHO NEVER EARNED HER CROWN The headlines screamed at me, each one crueler than the last. Every article painted me as a gold-digger, a woman who had latched onto a powerful man and contributed nothing. Nothing. I had spent years helping Damian build his empire—late nights reviewing contracts, attending meetings he didn’t have the patience for, smoothing over deals when his temper flared. And now, I was nothing more than a discarded wife, a liability erased from his story. My fingers tightened around the phone.

We were just there, side by side, and something about the stillness of it made it look like people who had been standing next to each other for years. The caption: The Jilted Heiress? The photos suggest otherwise. I read it twice. Closed the laptop. I lay in the dark and I thought about Damon somewhere in the city seeing that photograph. I thought about the specific quality of his face when something didn't go the way he'd planned — not anger first, never anger first. Assessment. Recalibration. The quiet of a man deciding what the new plan was. Except this time he didn't know what I knew.

"You think you've won? I built myself from nothing. I've faced worse. I'll rise again and make you pay for the humiliation today!" "Rise again?" I laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. He had conveniently forgotten that he couldn't have risen without the support of my family. "You're a stray dog now, owing billions," I scoffed. "How are you going to rise? With your fake heiress or your love children?" He choked on his rage, unable to respond. Camille wailed, "You fool, still not seeing your fault! If you hadn't chased that wretched woman, we wouldn't have ended up like this. You're a disaster!"

Isabella typed, voice firm as she dictated aloud: > To those questioning my worth: I’ve never needed validation, but I won’t stay silent while my name is dragged. I’ve faced betrayal, sabotage, and loss. And through it all, I rebuilt. I earned my place at Lancaster Corp with blood, sweat, and ideas that made a difference. I didn’t fall into love—I rose into it, with a man who saw my scars and still chose me. So go ahead. Speculate. Whisper. Post your theories. Meanwhile, I’ll keep doing what I’ve always done: working hard, loving boldly, and proving every day that I belong.

John had spent his life collecting rare antiques, so I knew he would value it. "From my wife and me," I said. "Thank you," John replied, genuinely smiling at me for the first time that evening. "Where…" Jessica, standing nearby, laughed and cut him off before he could finish. "Don't tell me you came relying on Damien." She looked at Eva, her hatred obvious. "I cannot believe you would depend on your husband's gift. Are you that broke? How cheap." Everyone understood her words. She was indirectly saying Eva wasn't of their class. The crowd turned quickly, voices rising as they began to call Eva a gold digger.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.