Divorce To Be Top Heiress Novels & Stories

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

But the call that affected him the most was that of his mother, Angélica, who had called a family meeting for that same night, due to the media situation, the deadline to assign the main heir had ended. Everything was ruined, Ethan knew it, after so much effort and sacrifice during the last two months, Vivian had ruined her life in less than twenty-four hours, his wife wanted a divorce and surely, his father would oppose leaving him the headquarters of INCAPITAL, he would have no choice, Ethan would have to settle for the headquarters he already managed and he would have to marry Vivian. But it wasn't too bad either, after all, Vivian was the heiress to an incredible fortune. From the bad, y

Every major news outlet, social media platform, and gossip blog was on fire with the same breaking news: “Young Master of the Evans Family and Heiress of the Jason Empire Spotted Together! The New Power Couple of the Year?” Accompanying the headline was a candid snapshot: Alexander Evans, the dashing heir of the Evans fortune, stepping into a luxurious suite at the Grand Royale Hotel while Jessica Jason, the breathtaking heiress to the Jason empire, stood barefoot at the entrance, welcoming him. The door closed behind them, and no one knew what transpired after. But that didn’t stop the media from crafting their own narratives.

He tensed for a moment, then relaxed into her touch. "Giovanni," she began softly, "I've made a decision. I'll stay with you, but only if you agree to the divorce." He spun around to face her, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and confusion. "Why, Gabriella? Why do you keep pushing for this? We're finally together. Why can't that be enough?" She sighed, pressing her forehead against his chest. "I need a fresh start, Giovanni. I need to be free of our past to claim my throne as the heiress of the Vittorio. I can't be entangled in our marriage while I do that."

In the end, Rowena left the villa with the signed divorce papers and the offer of a countryside villa and 15 million dollars. She did not want the two apartment properties initially offered to her, which were admittedly in a better location than the villa she received, because she believed that she should live in villas, not high-rise buildings. Ever since birth, she had been living in villas, which led to her odd insistence on receiving a villa at the time of divorce.

He called me weak, unfit to be his first grandson and future head of the family. To prove I had what it took to rule, he ordered me to break up with my fiancée Lily, and marry Jessica instead, the woman he had already chosen for me. I refused. In response, he destroyed the Snyder family business. He ruined them financially and left them with nothing. Then he paid Lily to walk away from me. I had never felt as broken as I did in those weeks. Losing my mother and the woman I loved almost at the same time left a hole that nothing could fill.

“That’s not what happened. If what you say is true, if the will was falsified, then why all the conditions? Why come and live with us, why not take it all in a heartbeat?” Maria narrows her eyes at me, looking victorious, like she knows all the secrets of the world. “Why not? They needed time to pin it all on you, didn’t they? To make you look like the villain right when you let your guard down the second you invited her in your bed. And with you gone, she becomes the only heir to the riches.” “And give them all to someone else?” “Just think about it. Who in their right mind travel half the world on a promise of an inheritance that might not even exist?”

He rounded the desk, putting blessed distance between us, and opened a file that I realized with a jolt was my resume. "Columbia Business School, top of your class. Three years managing your husband's—ex-husband's—investment portfolio with a twenty-three percent return. Fluent in four languages, Impeccable references from everyone except your family." He looked up. "Why does the Sterling heiress need a job as my personal assistant?" "I'm not the Sterling heiress anymore." "Because your family disowned you for divorcing a cheating husband." It wasn't a question. His jaw tightened. "I did my research, Elara. May I call you Elara?"

She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come? I felt a strange ache settle in my chest like my heart was caught between disbelief and regret. What happened to her after our divorce? Where has she gone? And how did she become the heiress of the King's Empire? I watched her carefully. Her dress, long and black, clung perfectly to her curves. Her makeup was soft but flawless and her hair flowed in elegant waves. She has a beauty that has always been there but now, it's mixed with power and pride and something else...