Divorce Heiress Novels & Stories

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

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.

“Let them circulate whatever they want. It doesn’t matter.” A smile tugs at my lips. “On the brighter side, because of that, you’re sitting here with me. So, I consider myself a winner.” She smiles, a beautiful, genuine smile that lights up her face. “I guess you have a point.” As she takes a bite of her cake, her expression turns more serious. “What about your divorce with Chloe?” I lean back, sighing. “It’s going to be a long procedure. Chloe is suing me for half of my possessions.”

I wanted to scream that I understood business better than Victoria ever could, that I could buy and sell the Blackwell family fortune ten times over, that I was Elena Sterling, hidden heiress to Sterling Global, one of the largest corporations in the country. But I stayed quiet. Like always. "You should be grateful Damien even married you," Margaret continued, warming up to her favorite topic, reminding me how worthless I was. "A girl with no family, no background, and no prospects. You trapped him, didn't you? Got yourself pregnant or something?" "I never trapped anyone," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Then why won't you just leave? Sign divorce papers and stop embarrassing this

I could see anger on Ashley's face as her plan got foiled. As soon as they left, I let out a breath that I didn't know I'd been holding. "Seriously, you are such a lifesaver. I don't know what I would've done if-" She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't mention it. I never actually helped you, but I just couldn't stand watching those stuck-up biddies try to make our family feel so small. Besides, I wasn't lying about being overqualified, as you know about my reputation: the queen of divorce," she said proudly.