Divorce Heiress Novels & Stories

‘Don't be like the Vale heiress, who had everything but a man. ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who couldn't keep a man, or her family's properties.’ ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who was a jinx, a curse child, a bad luck to her parents and husband.’ ‘You can be anything but the Vale Heiress.’ I shut my eyes and opened them again, taking a deep breath. I continued reading the articles’ headline. > 'Inside the Sinclair-Vale Divorce: Exclusive Details' > 'Where Is Aurora Vale Now? Sources Say She's Gone Into Hiding'

You're not allowed to bring up a divorce anymore. Heather's perfunctory, condescending tone upset Christina further. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she said, "Mom, I'm your daughter, not a decorative piece you've planted in the York residence to hold territory! I have the right to decide how I want to live my life. I want a divorce!" "Do that, and I'll disown you. Don't even think about coming back to the Gray family and being our heiress. Our family will not have a woman who has been cast aside!" Heather snapped harshly, angered by Christina's words.

She looked away and bit her lip, muttering, “Grandma, I don’t want Harry anymore. I found a better man.” “What…?” The village chief looked at her with disbelief. “Dior, are you being serious?” She could tell that Dior treated Harry sincerely. How could she have fallen for another man so quickly? Dior did not want to explain anything. At this point, she was feeling worse. She quickly packed up and said, “Grandma, it’s true. I’m an heiress in Burlington, and Harry isn’t good enough for me.” “Huh?” The village chief was shocked.

His one and only flower, Emily. Joshua’s breathing quickened. His ex-wife and this woman looked nearly the same. The only difference is that this Emily had on makeup. She wore beautiful clothes. Even dolly up her pretty face. She’s gorgeous. Her beauty was beyond his wildest imagination. He steadied his breath as he looked at the angelic figure on the stairsteps. “Emily,” he whispers. Vicky gasped loudly as she saw that her ex-daughter-in-law was the heiress to the trillionaire. “Oh, how I messed up. How I have screwed up so badly,” she thought.

This would be the perfect opportunity for her to leave him for me because she surely wouldn't pin another man's baby on him, would she? But, Emory definitely did. She did that and worse. According to her, this was the perfect time for us to have more money. She would divorce him after the baby is born so we could have a child in his name and also a lifetime share of his wealth. Her greed knew no end. I should have left her, but I couldn't. She was the woman I was deeply and madly in love with, the one who had me wrapped around her fingers. So, I went along with her plan.

"Lisa, let me make one thing clear: you're not going to marry Leo. That's final. And if you don't get your priorities straight, you'll be out of the company. You can either get to work and focus on your responsibilities, or your position will be shifted to someone else. Someone who actually deserves it. After all, someone who's marrying an enemy shouldn't be the heiress of Dad's company. It's a betrayal, Lisa. And I won't stand for it." Her words cut deep, but I refused to back down. "I'll do what I want, Louisa. And if Dad doesn't like it, maybe he should reconsider who he wants as his successor.”

Within days, the drama reached William. Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. “I want to break off this engagement with her!” … Growing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion. Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts caution—that was the rule. Had no one ever taught Victor the same? Maybe not. Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born. His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. Despite her origins, she’d secured unwavering affection and favor.

“So why did you call me here?” Purple demanded, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stood rigid and tall—every inch the untouchable woman she’d become. “Have you no shame?” Mrs. Hawthorne snapped. “You are the one who filed for divorce from my son—ungrateful brat!” “The divorce will benefit us both,” Purple shot back, jabbing a finger at herself before settling into a chair with deliberate elegance. “Your son can marry his precious ‘heiress,’ and I’ll finally be free of all of you.”

#Heiress Chloe Davenier Proudly Rejects Billionaire Marriage Deal—Westvale Playboy Diego Publicly Dumped! Esther gave a cold smile, then tapped open the message. The comments caught her eye immediately… [So she really is a true heiress. That kind of boldness is on a whole different level. So what if it’s the Westvale family? Even if it’s the richest family, if you don’t like it, the engagement can be broken off without delay!] [A true heiress is always so domineering. If it were that adopted daughter instead, she’d be stuck and couldn’t break off the engagement no matter what!]

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.