Divorce To Be Top Heiress Novels & Stories

"Listen, Elijah, I have something important to tell you." Helena said, getting serious. Elijah frowned after hearing her. "Yes, ma'am?" He asked and waited for her to disclose another of her wicked plans. "I recently found out that my husband had a clause made before he died." She said with a dark look crossing her face and she is getting angrier. There he mentioned that his grandchild from his son from first marriage will have some extra privilege. Which is, whether he or she wins the race or not, she will get an estate worth a billion dollars, if only…" She trailed off and a sick smirk appeared on her face. "... She stays in a marriage for one year. No divorce should happen before one year

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

"I tell them I'm pregnant with your child. That we've been secretly involved for months. That you pursued me after your divorce." Rowan's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. "The headlines write themselves," Selene said softly. "'Rowan Adair Impregnates Mistress Months After Divorce.' 'Billionaire's Secret Affair Exposed.' 'Was He Cheating During His Marriage?'" She stepped closer. "You can't afford that scandal, Rowan," she whispered. "Not now. Not when you're trying to win Marcelline back." His blood turned to ice. "Don't," he said quietly.

Bosco muttered. Elliot turned. His eyes were sharp, calculating, nothing like the broken man he’d been months ago. “Not yet.” Bosco looked up slowly. “There’s still Julia,” Elliot said. The name hung between them. Bosco’s jaw tightened. “Don’t call her that.” Elliot walked back to the desk, lowering his voice. “Call her whatever you want. But the truth is simple. She’s Hurst Corp’s heiress. One of the wealthiest young women in the country. And she used to be our sister.”

Was this not enough? But before she voiced the truth, Thomas threatened her with a stern warning. “I don’t care about your grievances, Elena, but let this be clear in your head. Regardless of your decision, you must not do anything that would tarnish the reputation of this family. Or else the consequences would not be something a little girl like you could imagine.” With a pale face, Elena emerged from the study. Divorce was supposed to bring relief from a marriage that had become a cage for her. But instead, it had become a web of complexities she hadn’t anticipated.

he said, his voice short. I opened the folder, and then came her photo — her silver dress, her posture. A strange feeling twisted in my chest, sharp and unwelcome. She wasn’t merely the desperate woman I’d sat down beside in my car, fleeing from abductors in her ripped gown. She was the Clawford heiress. Her brazen gala invitation to dinner — direct and without the usual scheming attached — stuck in my brain. The majority of women who came to me were wanting something—money, influence, a hold in my world. That greed wasn't in Valenticia’s eyes.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

I cleared my throat and started to recite everything I had already decided on, “The profits stay a hundred percent mine. We might be married to the world but within these walls, we are not and our private lives must stay separate. There will be no jealousy, nothing of that sort.” He shrugged, “As you will see, all of that is in the deal anyway, no jealousy no falling in love, nothing complicated. It is only a business contract” I swallowed, my next words were going to change everything. “Then I agree, the documents?”

humiliating him? Even I that ran away was still struggling to make him come back to his senses not to talk of her. Kingsley’s mother’s eyes flickered with rage as she turned to Ashley. “Kingsley,” she said, her voice trembling, “have you lost your mind? This woman is married! To Maya’s ex-husband, no less! Have you forgotten how she destroyed your wedding? How could you—” Ashley stepped forward, her smile unwavering. “Excuse me, Mrs. Bane,” she interrupted smoothly, “but I think you may have missed the news. Lance Wells and I finalized our divorce some time ago. So, as you can see, I’m very much single.

she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.