Novel & Cerita Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair

He turned and walked away, the cameras trailing after him like vultures sensing a feast. “Despicable,” Mrs. Walker sneered, rushing after her son. Her fury didn’t matter. I never liked her anyway. Daisy crumpled to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. My instincts screamed at me to comfort her, to pull her close and shield her from the humiliation. But I couldn’t. My rage was focused on the real enemy—Arlene. “Maybe you should tell the world how you survived!” I spat, my teeth gritted in frustration and loss. I could already imagine the headlines: Heiress Returns from the Dead, Ruins Sister’s Wedding.

As if I had been nothing more than a stepping stone in her rise to power. I leaned back against the leather seat, watching the city lights dance across my windshield. The irony wasn't lost on me—the woman I'd dismissed as nothing more than a society princess playing at business had become everything I'd failed to be. The woman whose spirit I'd methodically crushed during our marriage had risen from those ashes stronger than ever.

But I wasn’t there. I was still upstairs. Still hearing his voice. One night. Still seeing the way he looked at me, like I was something he actually wanted. From silent daughter of Kingsley Heathingway to the woman offered pleasure by the very man she’s been forced to marry. Everything had changed in a matter of hours. But I didn’t have to make a decision tonight. No. I’d make it later. When I was alone. With a bottle of Heathingway wine. And a memory I couldn’t shake. Or maybe... Something more than a memory was already in motion.

Mitchell was so nice to her, so she was willing to speak to him. “Mr. Crawford, I’m glad that you understand, but I can’t come here again. Otherwise, Mr. Ferguson will think that I’m deliberately approaching him. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? Although I’m divorced, I don’t just accept any garbage! He was divorced twice and even has a kid. If he didn’t have money, no one would want to marry him. Does he think that he’s such a good catch? He should really look at himself. Does he think that all those girls clamoring to marry him are really in love with him? They’re only in it for the money in his hand! Anyway, he’s nothing without his money, and those girls are only marrying him for the mon

She couldn’t even concentrate on the words coming out of Celene’s mouth because she was still trying to process the fact that she was the heiress of the Salvatore Group. “T-this can’t be... Why is she up there? She said she’s an orphan. I’m sure of it.” Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that.

Over the years, to prove her devotion to me, she had rejected every man who tried to throw himself at her. They either went bankrupt after she acquired their companies or disappeared from high society under a cloud of scandal. Feeling the gazes of those around him, which were like looks reserved for a dead man, Luke scrambled over to Nate's side, seeking validation. He was suddenly sent spinning to the ground by a heavy slap! Nate's eyes were filled with terror as he unhesitatingly drew a line in the sand. "Luke, if you want to die offending the Weyland heiress and her husband, then go right ahead! Just don't drag me down with you!"

Ryan There's no way this is happening. She can't be my wife, she's not the wife I married, there must be a mistake somewhere. The Emily I married had no one, she was an orphan, barely got an apartment to rest her head at night. There’s no way she’s an heiress, an heiress to Empire Company, the most renowned business company, not only in New York but internationally. This has to be a mistake, and I need to find out what’s really happening.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

She sank to the floor, covering her face with her hands. “I was a fool for agreeing to marry into your family. I was blind back then. I thought I’d live a good life by marrying into the Lazaro family, but I didn’t expect to fall into this abyss. You’re the eldest son, but they don’t plan to pass any of your family’s wealth down to you because you allowed Hadrianna to marry Desmond.” Alberto approached his wife and wrapped her in his arms. “Your father said all I had to do was marry you, and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything else. But what is this hell we’re living in now? Your entire family lives in a vast villa near the mansion, yet why don’t we?”

Joshua frowned at Emily. Emily didn’t let herself be bothered by Joshua’s frowned. Joshua walked up to Emily and said, “How could you?” “Humph,” scoffed Emily. “Just because your rich and famous doesn’t mean that you could just trample on others.” "Dear husband, I'm the billionaire, I'm the fortune heiress you divorce. You can't touch me." Emily looked at him with firmness. “You got eliminated, fair and square," said Megan. Emily raised her right eyebrows at her.