Divorce Heiress Novels & Stories

The news anchor’s voice rang out: "Suzanne Smith, a renowned actress and heiress to the Smith Empire in Canada, has resurfaced after years of seclusion from the business world. She has announced the launch of the groundbreaking self-driving car project, Medal Cars, which has already gained approval from the most powerful businessmen worldwide. This marks a new era in AI-driven transportation." Their hands dropped from each other’s hair as they stared in stunned silence. Beatrice’s mouth fell open. "Suzanne… was an heiress to a powerful family?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

she hissed, her voice dangerously low. I met her gaze. “I got married. Today.” Eleanor shot up from her seat, eyes blazing. “To whom?” I kept my expression blank. “Her name is Sophia.” “Sophia Lancaster?” she demanded. I hesitated. “No.” Her hands clenched into fists. “Then who the hell is she?” “She… doesn’t come from wealth,” I admitted. The fury in her eyes darkened. “Over my dead body will you marry a gold digger, Alexander!” she snapped. “You will divorce that whore, and you will marry Sophia Lancaster as we planned.”

What’s more, to help Joe get the inheritance, Vanessa even accepted the contracted marriage to him. Now, the man whom she loved with all her heart was standing in front of her with a straight face, asking her to sign the divorce agreement. Wordlessly, she picked up the pen resting on the document and applied her signature. She dropped it and made her way into her room. She began to methodically put all of her belongings into a suitcase. Shoes, clothes, toiletries, in they went. As she zipped up the suitcase, something caught her attention. A framed picture of them on their wedding day. She put it into the box. After all, he would have no use for it.

After washing the clothes, she carefully hung them to dry, then checked the time. 5:40 PM. He should be home soon. She walked downstairs and began preparing dinner: steak, Red wine, Candles, Soft lighting. Everything was arranged with meticulous care. At the center of the table sat a velvet box. Inside it was a rare black diamond, elegant and worth millions, beside it lay a document. The contract Alexander had been desperately trying to secure with Harbor International was the key to overseas expansion. Recently, he had been under immense pressure because of it. What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination.

“Before we got married, I already loved someone else. I will never develop any feelings for you no matter what you do. Sign that divorce paper and I will compensate you accordingly!” Gertrude didn’t know if she would laugh or cry. Compensate her? Seriously? They both knew that she was heiress of the Jimenez Group of companies. It was not only the largest company but it was also on the verge of becoming a global business empire. So what could he give her as compensation?

"Dad is already anxious that we don't have a child. Do you think he'll say anything if I kick you out and marry a younger woman? Do you really think you'll find someone richer and better-looking than me after the divorce? You'll be miserable for the rest of your life!" Edward was confident, but I wasn't so easily intimidated. I chuckled. "Divorced or not, I'm still the heiress of Oskar Group. I have money and power—I can afford to keep a few young, handsome men around. My life will be nothing short of wonderful." "Are you serious?" Edward finally realized I wasn't bluffing.

Luckily for the heiress, time was almost up; the 3 year contract they had agreed to was also coming to an end. FreeSpirit wasn’t stingy on details and explained everything. The young heiress stopped her husband who was rushing to go to meet his lover and demanded signing the divorce agreement. FreeSpirit described every single incident that Emile had told her about in detail, arousing the sympathy and desire to protect in the hearts of everyone who read the article. She described the incident where Emile specifically demanded on knowing her husband’s attitude towards the baby if she was pregnant and how he mercilessly asked her to abort the child if there was one or that child would be a bas

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

Thiago kept silent. The clerk lowered his head and processed the divorce. Kira looked at her watch and said, “Please hurry up; I’ve got things to do.” “I see in the materials that you don’t have children. Are there any assets to be divided?” the clerk asked. Kira said, “No.” Thiago was silent. He originally wanted to give her some financial compensation, but she refused. Now she was the heiress of the Hamilton Group. The money he could give seemed more like an insult to her.