Divorce Heiress Novels & Stories

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.

I let the smirk fade from my face, my tone dropping into a cold warning. “Let this serve as a warning to you, Justin. I’m not your average wife—and I’m definitely not the Alexa who used to cry and beg for your love. For your information, we are getting divorced. So, watch how you linger around me. Remember, seventy percent of your company shares are at stake here. Seven days from now, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to spare your precious properties. Wisen up, Justin… and don’t let your wicked mother drag you straight to hell.” I turned a sharp, cutting glare toward Felicia. She stood frozen, her face flushed with humiliation, her body stiff like she’d just been caught in the middle of a

"Let George be with whoever he wants. We won't accompany him any longer!" I nod, smirking. "Yeah, I won't accompany him. You're right." "I never liked the prick anyway. I love you, but never understood why you married him. So, you have my full, wholehearted blessing to dump the bastard." I go to my bag in the corner of the room, reaching in and grabbing the divorce agreement to hand over to the other woman. She takes it and skims it, rolling her dark blue eyes with distaste. "It states you leave with nothing." She returns my gaze. "Is leaving with nothing too cheap for George?"

He bought her to keep her close, yes. But not close enough to matter. And yet… when he touched her, when he whispered her name in the dark, she could still feel the ghost of the man she once married. Caliste blinked back tears she refused to cry. What would crying change? She pulled the shawl tighter. No one knew she was here. No one knew that the once-envied heiress, the former Mrs. Velmore, now shared a penthouse with the man who broke her heart and bought her soul.

There was a video attached, and my hands gripped my phone tightly as I waited impatiently for it to load. “Are you okay, Clarissa?” Devan asked, noticing my mood. The video had just begun playing and in my shock, I said nothing in response but instead turned my phone towards him. He squinted for a bit as he glanced at my screen and I could see the shock on his face as he read the headlines and looked up at me. The first video was one of my presentations at the office earlier that week, but the shocker wasn't the video but the caption attached to it, which threw me off balance, revealing me as the heiress of the Montclair empire.

I was in my office that morning, reviewing the Q3 projections for Cross Industries when my legal advisor, Marcus, knocked once and let himself in. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said, sliding a manila envelope across my desk. I raised a brow. “If it’s another acquisition rumor…” “Not a rumor,” he said quickly. “A petition.” Then he paused, “A divorce petition.” That caught my attention because what the hell is my business with a divorce? I opened the file and scanned the details quickly, my brows furrowed in concentration. Sophia Hale Cross. Something about the name stood out to me.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

She probably had never attended such occasions before, dressed meticulously in a deep V-neck dress that showcased her impressive career line and a high-slit design that teased her thighs. "Divorce him." The wealthy heiress spoke almost commandingly. Jessica widened her eyes. "What did you say??" "I said, divorce him." The wealthy heiress crossed her arms, handing over a check. "Fill in the amount yourself." It was quite bold. I never expected that one day, the identity of Mrs. Frost would encounter such a situation. A mistress or third party asking me to fill out a check to scram. Even though the one standing in front of her was Jessica, a counterfeit.

"Melvin, do you have no conscience? You begged me to marry you. Now that I'm disfigured, you want to abandon me? Are you even human?" "You know you're disfigured, huh?" Melvin sneered. "I'm the Severin heir. If others find out how ugly you've become, where will I hide my face? Regardless of whether you want a divorce or not, you have to agree." He slapped the prepared divorce agreement on the table. "If you sign the divorce agreement without a fuss, I will still give you some money. If you don't listen and cause trouble, I have ways of dealing with you and leaving you with nothing."