Novel & Cerita Divorce Heiress

He stated. Rhea suddenly had a mischievous idea in her mind. She had a few experiences with men before and she could testify that it was impossible for a married man like him to maintain his sexual urges when he is apart from his wife. Dion was a very attractive man, he was also powerful and wealthy. Rhea wondered what would happen to her if she could win over that man. Surely, she would be treated like a princess or a royalty. It was risky but she was really tempted to do it.

I wanted to tear her apart. Sage tutted, clicking her tongue as she sauntered over to me, her face inches from mine. "Can't bear to hear anything about your beloved wife, hmm?" she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "How about this, Ryder…Why don't you just divorce her? You sign the papers, I kill her, and then…" She trailed her fingers down my chest, and my stomach churned with disgust. "Then you and I can get married. Happy ending, right?"

After what happened to my father and me, I completely distanced myself from the outside world just focussed on my life and that's all, but when I hear that I would be collaborating with the only daughter of a multi millionaire who just annulled her marriage with her husband and is heavily pregnant at the moment, I don't know but something about her spark my emotion, and I became really interested in her. When I met her for tge first time I knew I dtant that she's a very reserved lady and her husband is probably the one that messed up the marriage, some ladies would have jumped into my arms at the mention of marriage but she did not even care, she still maintained her standard and I could tel

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.

“Malachi says for some reason that he still wants to be married to that girl, Antonia. Now I know Antonia hasn’t done much to us, but that’s the issue, she can’t do much. Marrying her would bring no prospects to the family, meanwhile, the lovely girl Malachi is refusing is Skye Rogers. She’s from the prestigious Rogers family. They’ve known each other since they were kids. Why doesn’t he want her?” I do not hear anything else Sienna says until she finishes, and when she does, only one thing is ringing in my head as I get up and nod to her, my tone dark as I respond. “I’ll handle it.” I find Malachi in one of the libraries in the mansion and he looks up immediately he senses he’s not alone. A

She just wanted to sever all legal ties to me. The rejection stung worse than any physical wound I ever received. I spent five years building an empire to secure her future, and she walked away from it with nothing but the clothes on her back. I flipped to the last page and saw her signature signed in dark ink. Arabella Bellini. She signed the papers while she was recovering from major surgery. She planned this, and she executed it the moment she woke up.

"That's honest, at least. Most people would have some story prepared about who they are now, what they're supposed to be doing. But you're just admitting you don't know. I like that." Over the next few days, Dovette became my constant companion. While Marten had been the one to bring me to the mill, Dovette was the one who seemed to understand what I was experiencing. She has also lost her parents and both of her siblings in the attack. But instead of being catatonic about it, she seemed to have channeled her grief into a kind of grim determination to keep moving forward. "Where were you from?" I asked her on the second day of travel.

My grip tightened around my champagne glass. No. That wasn't possible. The woman continued descending the staircase then she lifted her head completely and our eyes met. The glass slipped from my hand as the crystal shattered across the floor, and the sound echoed through the silent ballroom. I barely heard it because the woman standing at the center of the staircase wasn't a stranger. It was Elara, my wife. The woman who had left me. The woman I believed was an orphan. The woman I had just divorced was Elara Frost. The Frost family's long-lost heiress.