Divorce To Be Top Heiress Novels & Stories

For a moment, she simply stared at him, wondering if she had heard wrong. Get married? They who had finalized their divorce only a few months ago? And now he wanted to marry her… again? “I think I misheard you,” Mirena said slowly, unfolding her arms. “What did you just say?” George sighed heavily, as if repeating those words required more effort than anything else in his life. And perhaps it did. Because if someone had told him five months ago that the woman he was divorcing would soon dominate headlines every single day… That she would reveal herself to be cunning, frighteningly intelligent, and surrounded by powerful figures who made her nearly untouchable…

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

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.

“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.”

That heir was the only thing he truly cared about; once he secured his father’s company, the divorce would follow. His eyes, stormy and unreadable, flicked toward Navie as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. She looked fragile, broken but then he felt a pang of concern. He looked away instantly. She’s just carrying the heir. That’s all that matters. Not her feelings. Not her pain. She means nothing to me. He shifted, uncomfortable with her sorrow, and thought of the business meeting he had in the next twenty minutes and the he would leave. Perfect.

"Just sign the damn papers, Ryder. Let me go." "I've changed my mind. I'm not signing anything!" He blurted out and I felt a headache forming. My stomach dropped. "What?" He leaned in closer, his voice low and menacing. "If you want a divorce, you'll have to pay me $50 million for hiding the truth about our baby and putting me through emotional hell." I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you serious? This is a joke, right?" His smirk widened. "Oh, I'm very serious. You want out? That's the price."

“That scumbag. He actually divorced you.” “Just take me away,” Heidi murmured. Her expression was blank as she stared out of the car’s window. Yet, Zach knew that she was bottling up her emotions. For that man, Heidi endured daily humiliation by those lowly folks. Because of him, she dropped her crown as a princess and assumed the position of a pauper, a desperate housewife with no other goal apart from pleasing her husband. Danm it! He was going to make him regret it. “A divorce is not the end of the world. Cheer up, dear.” Zach squeezed her hand gently.

"It's not about what you did. It's about what you didn't do. Our marriage is a charade, Amanda. We're both living a lie. Amelia’s back, and she doesn’t want to see you! It’s time for our marriage to terminate. So you have to go!" Amanda’s pale lips quivered like if she had fallen into the frigid water. She asked in disbelief, "You’re divorcing me because she’s back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Amelia away two years ago with your filthy tricks. Promising me that you’ll bore me a son to carry on my family name. Amanda, it’s been two years now and you haven’t given me a female child to talk less of a male

"Public divorce records confirm the finalized separation from you was processed three days ago. The timeline lines up exactly with the article." I stared at him. "Say that again." I said. "The timeline lines up." He repeated, slower this time, I might have missed something in the wording. "She was already Hart Global's heir before any of this happened. The company filing yesterday just made it official." I stood up from my desk and walked toward the window, needing the distance, needing something else to look at besides that photograph sitting on my desk with her face captured, calm and untouched by whatever storm apparently been building around her for years.

She just wanted to sever all legal ties to me. The rejection stung worse than any physical wound I ever received. I spent five years building an empire to secure her future, and she walked away from it with nothing but the clothes on her back. I flipped to the last page and saw her signature signed in dark ink. Arabella Bellini. She signed the papers while she was recovering from major surgery. She planned this, and she executed it the moment she woke up.