Divorce To Be Top Heiress Novels & Stories

he comforts his daughter. “Hahahaha….” Hailee burst out laughing at her father, “how pathetic, if I do not Clayton someone else will, and they will be the richest woman in this country taking my hard-earned title. Do you understand that.” The richest woman in the country, a title Hailee live by, she had attained the wealth needed to be so, but once she realized that no matter how much money she gets out of her divorce settlements, she could never pass the Becketts wealth and status.

"How could you be so unreasonable, you brat? Isabella is the only heiress of the richest woman in Andaysia! She even has a son with Lucas! How could you ever possibly measure up to her? "And Lucas already said that he's willing to divorce her later just to marry you. You've basically already hit the jackpot with a man like him! And you still dare to cause trouble for him like this?" "The jackpot?" I laughed coldly. "I will never marry him in this lifetime! And I'm settling all scores with him today!" Michelle's expression was grim and dark.

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

“Evelyn. Don’t say that. You don’t mean—” “No. You can be with Emma. Be a rogue for all I care. Tear down everything you’ve built. I’ve been playing second-favorite to her from the start, and it’s truer now than ever. So go be with her… I want the divorce finalized.” Something flickered in his expression. He wasn’t able to suppress the shock of hurt that twisted his features. “Fine,” he gritted out. “But only if you’re sure that’s what you really want.”

I couldn't recall how I'd fled the Hampton’s mansion to Reese's place without giving an answer, or how long I remained sitting in place until Reese returned, finally shaking the truth out of me. Reese hissed, dragging her hands through her hair. She looked so incensed one would ink that she was the one burned with the threat of millions in debt. “There has to be something you can do…ANYTHING-” “There's nothing Reese.” I replied hollowly. There were only two choices. I canceled the marriage and was saddled with millions in debt, or I would have to endure a one-sided wedding and all the humiliation that comes with it.. It didn't matter which side I chose, because their goal was to ruin whateve

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.

If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals. He lived an absolutely miserable life. One day, the heiress' first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day. In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go. She produced the prenup he had signed and said, "You can leave, but you'll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress." Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper's daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.

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.

Neria. For five years, Dominic had been asking for a divorce, and each time, I vehemently rejected him, unwilling to let my daughter live in a broken home. I grew up in an orphanage myself, and anything that closely resembled such settings triggered fear within me. But now...? A tear slid down my face as I looked at the papers on the bedside. Now that my daughter was no more, there was no need to hold onto this sham of a marriage anymore. She was the only reason I had kept on tearing every divorce agreement that Dominic brought my way, and with her absence, I was finally ending it.