Ditched Wife And Heiress: Rise From Despair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

A selfish person like her didn't deserve any love at all. “Wilma is right. I'm a selfish b*tch,” she muttered as she cried harder. “Who's Wilma?” Daisy frowned while stroking her hair. She shook her head, refusing to tell her anything. It's enough that they know she got married and divorced, they didn't need to find out she was mistreated and enslaved by her husband's own family. “Whoever told you that, she only wants to ruin you! You're only following your heart and didn't steal anyone's belongings. There's nothing wrong with that!”

"Ethan, is this the same Sinclair family I'm thinking of?" Ethan, impatient. "What's your point?" "No point, no point! Just, this is your shot. Take the Blackwood name to the next level!" My grandson's newly single and still quite the catch, after all. Realizing exactly where her thoughts had gone, Ethan felt an overwhelming wave of secondhand exhaustion. Would the actual Sinclair heiress ever lower herself to marry a divorced man? There's no version of that happening. Even in some alternate universe where it did, the Blackwoods weren't remotely in her league. Marrying up that dramatically just meant a lifetime of answering to someone else's terms.

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

“That scumbag. He actually divorced you.” “Just take me away,” Heidi murmured. Her expression was blank as she stared out of the car’s window. Yet, Zach knew that she was bottling up her emotions. For that man, Heidi endured daily humiliation by those lowly folks. Because of him, she dropped her crown as a princess and assumed the position of a pauper, a desperate housewife with no other goal apart from pleasing her husband. Danm it! He was going to make him regret it. “A divorce is not the end of the world. Cheer up, dear.” Zach squeezed her hand gently.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

"What did you think? Huh? That you were always going to be the rich heiress who had everything she ever wanted? No!" she yelled, slamming the bars. "That's me now. I have taken your place." Slowly but surely, it dawned on me. She had always been jealous. She had always wanted to be in my place. Married to my husband, wearing my clothes, and running my company. Finally realizing her obsession only made me chuckle. "You can never be me, Ashley. You are nothing like me."

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

“Now you leave.” The words echoed in my head. “What about my things?” I asked. “You can take whatever you brought with you,” he said dismissively. “Everything else belongs to me.” Of course it did because legally… I was nothing. Not his wife. Not the child’s mother. Nothing. Rumbidzai crossed her legs elegantly, watching me like I was some kind of entertainment. “Oh, and Daphne?” she added sweetly. I looked at her. “Don’t try to come back,” she said. “This house was never yours.”

“You left me no choice.” His lips parted, as if to argue, but footsteps approached and interrupted us. “Everett, darling!” A woman in a glittering silver gown slipped between us, draping her hand on Everett’s arm as though it belonged there. She was stunning, in that polished, practiced way that only wealth could buy. She looked me up and down with an expression that screamed disdain wrapped in a smile. “And who is this?” I smiled sweetly. “Anyta Rushmore. His wife. Well… ex-wife.”