Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair Novels & Stories

The more the guests whispered, the more the Reynolds looked smaller, not just because of the physical falls they had taken, but because a social currency they were used to spending had been invalidated. Bella, bleeding, embarrassed and furious with humiliation, tried to clutch at remnants of authority. She staggered to her feet, forcing a smile that was skeletal, a learned posture of people who still wanted to be believed. She took a step forward and said, with all the brittle pride she could muster, “I am Bella Reynolds — heiress, top scorer this year, fiancée to Mr Collins.” It was a title-list repeated like a prayer, an attempt to conjure respect.

I sucked in a breath and stood up to go get a bottle of wine from the cabinet before returning to the living room, where I gulped down half of its contents. I shouldn't be thinking about that. It was obviously my inheritance they had been going for, what with Vanessa and her father making it clear that they deserved more from my mother's wealth after she died. Ah... I tapped on the laptop in front of me and went through the images on it again. He looked good—they looked good, like they hadn't just ruined my life. I scrolled to another article and read through it. He became the chairperson. The stocks were rising, and Vanessa, that bitch, was—

I was a girl who spent her entire childhood wondering why she was born unwanted; The girl who scrubbed tables and gets molested in bars just to survive. But just overnight, I found out that I'm a long lost heiress. I had a lot of questions to ask caleb; they were spinning in my head; How did they lose me for all those years? Why didn’t they find me? How did they let me end up in the hands of that monster who called himself my father? Everything didn’t make sense to me. But I just kept quiet and took in the shock. Doctor Caleb finally left, promising to come back to check on me; and Cynthia came back in with bags of food.

“The faster they try to glue their broken empire together, the faster it falls apart in their hands. I want him smiling for the cameras on his wedding day while his board betrays him, his clients run away, and his precious stock keeps bleeding.” I walked to the window and pressed my forehead against the cool glass. The city stretched out beneath me bright, alive, indifferent. Somewhere down there, Ethan was probably sitting in his penthouse, trying to convince himself that marrying Juliana would fix everything. That a big, expensive wedding would make the world forget his failures. He had no idea I was the storm coming for him.

Javier looked as if she had just witnessed a ghost rise from the grave. ​And across town in his medical suite, Liam was staring at the exact same television screen, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. There she was. Dizer Shank. Gorgeous, powerful, and entirely untouchable, standing at the helm of a corporate empire that could crush them all. He hadn't just misjudged her; he had discarded a queen for a pawn. And the worst part was that she hadn't fallen to pieces—she had risen far higher than any of them could ever reach.

plans for him and the corporations’ image to the public. Now, finding himself so helpless and disabled albeit temporarily for at least 14 days, she was in charge of everything, his well-being, his healing, and now as his care-taker, nurse, or whatever you call it. Wife. That’s what it is called, he realized. She did not even complain. Any woman he dated in the past would find it beneath them to act as a maid to him, undressing him (that did not involve sex), feeding him, checking his bandages, preparing a bath for him, wash him. They might do it but they would do it for the money, a Tiffany, a Cartier or whatever trinket they fancy, on that he was certain. This woman he married was a heires

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

~Rhea~ “Dr. Roder!” I yell into my cell phone, desperation sucking deep into me. All my life, I never imagined a day like this would come. I thought everything would eventually balance itself, and Allister would realize that I'm the woman for him. But none of that has worked out. Instead, Celine Blackwaters had the guts to send me packing despite my apology and tears. She must think so highly of herself. She must think herself special, too special that she forgot my late father made it possible for her to remain in her goddess-forsaken marriage with her late husband until his death.

“How dare you—” My hand barely lifted before he caught my wrist midair and shoved me backward. I crashed onto the marble floor, the cold stone biting into my skin. “Do you think she died in a normal car accident?” he hissed. “She had a chip containing all my secrets, my hardest struggles. She wanted to reveal it to the world. Why? I was a loving husband. We had a newborn daughter. And at the peak of the company’s rise she planned to divorce me?” His laughter was jagged, unhinged. He crouched down to my level, eyes wild. “Wasn’t I enough for her?”

Weathered by mistakes he had once convinced himself were necessary. He loosened his tie, breath shallow. So she had returned… and not quietly. His phone buzzed relentlessly messages flooding in from partners, competitors, even journalists. Have you seen the news? Melissa Williams just asserted control over Will.N. Your former wife is now the industry’s most talked-about CEO. Former wife. The words scraped against something raw inside him. He remembered the girl she used to be the way she smiled too easily, trusted too deeply. The woman who waited for him to come home even when he stopped coming. The one who held the children close while pretending not to notice how often he was gone.