Novel & Cerita Divorce Heiress

I watched as her expression shifted from surprise to a smile. If she thought I was going to give her that respect, then she was mistaken; she had the wrong person. I wasn't the Emily she once had under her control. The day I divorced her son, I was pretty sure she looked for me to teach me a lesson but couldn’t find me. The next time she heard about me, I was an heiress to the wealthiest family in the country. After everything she did, now she wanted to reconcile? She was stingy even to herself; she wanted everything for herself.

She stammered. “What are you even saying? How can we be needed?" “She is saying Salindra is a bloody billionaire heiress, Madam Celine!” I shouted suddenly, startling everyone and rising to my feet with murderous eyes. Silence instantly fell in the room as the two girls were watching me with rumpled faces. “She is not even Salindra, to begin with,” I added with a lowered voice but angry. “My woman, the same person you all compelled me to reject, is apparently the one and only daughter of the Harrington. Dr. Isabella Harrigton.”

She had thought it was something serious. “I told you I was not thinking straight when I gave you the divorce papers,” She understood that he was annoyed at the thought of divorce while he was only curious about her wealth. “Since I could not prioritize our marriage or you, I wanted to set you free. Let’s go there tomorrow. I will personally tear it to shreds in front of your eyes.” “Don’t be mad, okay.” “As for the alimony, it was just a small portion of my properties. I am the Petrova heir, remember.” She said it matter of factly.

"Aunt Helen, you always strive to be the best and claim your son is exceptional. Now you want him to marry a divorced woman? I bet once this news spreads, you'll become the laughingstock of the entire capital in less than half a day." Then, Jessica then turned to Carissa with a cold smile. "Carissa, do you even understand your status? How can a divorced woman like you dream of marrying my cousin? You should know your place and leave before you embarrass yourself further!" Her words made several people laugh out loud. Helen's lips trembled with anger, but she couldn't think of a retort. She could only glare, first at Jessica and then at Carissa. "Yes, I'm a divorced woman. But I can fight on

They did not care whether it was real or fake, and even if it was fake, they would do whatever they could to climb into his bed. As for his past marriage history, well…that did not even matter. Normally speaking, a guy would lose his value if he was a divorcee, but that rule obviously did not apply to Tyler. Quite a few of the heiresses had been waiting for him to divorce Vicky ever since he got married so that they could be the next Missus Hart. Of course, they would have to fight each other to get the position.

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]

The most essential one is to get married to one of the chosen by me candidates. Bianca couldn't believe her eyes. She felt as if her legs melted under the burden of these words. It looked like the story of her mom repeated itself right then. The letter continued: If you agree to my conditions and one of the men becomes your husband, you will become the only heiress to my fortune. But there is no way back. You can only get a divorce at the end of your life. This way, you can save your mother. The needed money for the treatment is within reach of your hand. Just pick your future husband.

If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals. He lived an absolutely miserable life. One day, the heiress' first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day. In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go. She produced the prenup he had signed and said, "You can leave, but you'll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress." Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper's daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.

And though I didn't like that she didn't want me to leave any of my assets to Calvin when I first hired her, I was glad I listened to her advice and my head lawyer, Amanda. "Since you have countless proofs of his infidelities, we will make sure he is forced to give you fifty percent of the marital belongings, including the house, half of the cars, private properties overseas, and villas, along with monthly alimony." "I don't care for any of those. Just make sure to draft it before tomorrow afternoon. I want him to sign the divorce papers before the end of the night." I said as I looked out the window of the room, sipping on my espresso.

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.