Divorce Heiress Novels & Stories

More than anything else she had said so far. “When we get home,” she continued, turning back to Cassie, “I’ll give you everything your parents left behind. Every document, every detail you’ll need to understand what’s really going on.” Frederick swallowed hard, his throat dry, the realization settling in like something heavy and immovable. His ex-wife… The heiress to the Blackridge empire. A name that dominated rankings, that stood at the very top, far beyond anything the Novarion Group could compete with.

The car ride to Melendez Corp felt strange, it had been years since I'd been to the family company, back then when I was still just Ariana Lopez, nobody special. Now? Things have change. I won’t lie part of me missed the less attention I use to get when I lived a simple and affordable life with Angelo before he messed everything up. The car stopped in front of the tall glass building. I took a deep breath and stepped out. The moment I walked through the revolving doors, whispers started. "That's her..." "The Melendez heiress..." "She married Dante Russo yesterday..." I kept my head high, ignoring them all. The elevator ride to the top floor felt endless, when the doors opened, everything loo

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

All he had to do was mull over the divorce terms, how they would split the assets, and what kind of settlement he could offer Evangeline. However, even if he gave up the whole Gordon fortune to Evangeline, would it even matter? The Foster family's golden girl could not care less about cash and all that stuff. Chances were, the whole Gordon estate could not hold a candle to the freedom that divorce paper would have brought her. … In the hillside villa. Julia stormed in, tossing her coat aside, and then collapsed onto the sofa, letting it swallow her whole. This was just the worst! She had finally managed to lure Alex out, only to get busted by Walter. As if that was not bad enough, she was ca

She should have listened to their warnings, and she wanted to break down in front of them like a child, but her overwhelming guilt held her back. “It’s fine, I’ll be by your side.” Noah held her chin gently and made her look at him with a reassuring smile. Celene then found herself staring at his eyes as they held sincerity in them. “Also, don’t you want to get revenge on your ex-husband and mistress?” “If you do, the first thing you must do is reclaim your rightful position as heiress. Then, as a second step... You must marry me.” “What does marrying you have to do with revenge?” she asked, genuinely confused.

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.

Seeing Hazel hurry upstairs, almost as if fleeing, Sheila couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed that Damon’s pursuit of Hazel wasn’t without effect. From a friend’s perspective, Sheila thought their personalities were a perfect match. She couldn’t help but wonder what had happened when they got married before. Two people so well-matched, yet they ended up divorcing. Thinking about Agatha, Sheila suddenly had an epiphany. Could it be that their divorce was related to Agatha? Maybe that’s why Hazel insisted on sending Agatha abroad, never to return for a long time!

I exclaimed, shocked to hear what she had to say about our divorce, “you think I divorced Dominic?” “Stop pretending like all you wanted wasn’t the monetary settlement you got from the divorce. You have it now and we now all know you’re a rich heiress but that shouldn’t stop you from trying to help my brother when all he has ever done is take your side.” She attacked me like I had just stepped on her toe or something.

She crossed her arms, then switched to folding them again before responding. “Anna is a smart woman. Even if she’s after your money, she wouldn’t be so obvious about it. As long as she wins your heart, everything else will be at her fingertips. Suppose you really want to test her intentions. In that case, it’s simple—just include a premarital agreement stating that if the marriage ends due to emotional discord, she’ll only receive alimony and won’t have any right to claim your assets.” Jessica was better at handling divorce lawsuits, but cases as high-profile as Calvin’s were certainly out of her league.

She murmured, but her eyes were tracing every teeny detail on the stone. She took out her phone and zoomed in. Alexander gulped. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “Happily forever apart?” She looked up. “Huh?” He did not know what to say. He had counted on her not being interested in this. That this piece of jewellery would go into her discarded cove of expensive ornaments. “I want a divorce.” Alexander blurted out. It was now or never anyway. “Huh?” She mirrored his previous expression.