Novel & Cerita Divorce Heiress

Hidden under the name Zairayah—the mysterious investor with no surname. He had always been curious about that investor, but I never revealed my identity. I didn't want him to feel intimidated. "I am done loving you, Ethan Evans," I whispered quietly, imagining what my life would look like without him. Everything we built together was destroyed because of his childhood sweetheart, Mia Walker. And today— I will be the one asking for a divorce.

I muttered, my throat tightening. “Yes,” she replied calmly. “And I can’t wait to post it. It’ll go viral, the heiress, daughter of Mrs. Sinclair, head of the world’s most powerful empire… the same woman who publicly declared her daughter would never divorce her husband… that she would disown her if she ever did.” Tisha’s words sent a cold wave through my body. What have I done? “…But it isn’t my fault,” I stammered weakly. “Tell that to the media,” she replied coldly.

"I can take care of myself." After hours of dancing, they flopped on one of the elevated lounge seats. Liana elbowed her. "Tell me again why you don’t just move out? You’re twenty-three. Billionaire heiress. You could literally vanish to Paris tomorrow." "Because my father would send an entire fleet of helicopters to find me" Sylvie said dryly. "Besides… it’s home." Eventually, the night grew quieter as the crowd gradually reduced. When the time finally came to leave, Sylvie hugged Liana, promising to text when she got home.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

If love and power were placed on a scale, which would they choose? I let out a cold chuckle. "I'll ask one last time. Who is the true heiress of Skyrise Group?" Before either of them could answer, a woman stormed forward and slapped me hard across the face. It was Christina Sanders, daughter of one of Skyrise Group's partners. "How dare you? A scholarship freeloader like you dared to stir up trouble at Skyrise Group's event? Do you even know your place?" I knew exactly who Christina was. She'd been obsessed with David for years and had always fantasized about marrying him and becoming the future CEO's wife.

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

This woman who last week stood in a ballroom and let herself be publicly reduced to nothing is sitting in my kitchen three days into a contract marriage and asking to see the evidence of her betrayal because she needs to understand all of it before she can plan anything. She is going to be, I think, considerably more dangerous than anyone in the Blackwood family has yet understood. The realization is inconveniently warm.

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.

“You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?” “Like my whole family, I believed she possesses nothing,” he said, his fingers curling tightly around the wooden armrests. “But you were wrong.” Darkness danced along my grin. “Was that the reason for your divorce?” His trembling hand moved to his collar and loosened his tie. “I-I beg your pardon?” I leaned farther on my desk, feeling the anger slowly coiling inside me. “Did you divorce her because she was poor? Because she had nothing? Because she wasn't good enough?”

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.