Divorced Heiress Novels & Stories

“Just do it. Please." I begged, I was desperate and I needed to get my release. “You’ll get punished for this Valentina.” He held me in a way that I could not turn to face him, his voice was dark. "Then just punish me now, I don't mind and I won't regret it tomorrow.” I pleaded but I only heard him sigh. "I didn't want to do this.” He said in a low voice and my imagination bloomed… *** Valentina is betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she finds out their dirty plan and how oblivious she had been for the past three years of her life. Her life is ruined, she is completely destroyed and left with no other option, she seeks solace from the forbidden source, the deadly Mafia Lord. She would do anything to make them have a taste of their medicine.

Everyone thought Sophia Collins was the poor fake heiress. She lost her place in the Collins family, got sent to a brutal obedience academy, and spent three years eating dog food, sleeping in kennels, and wearing a leash like an animal. When my father finally brought her home, she knelt in front of him, covered in bruises, and sobbed, “Dad, I’ll behave. Please don’t let Ava chain me like a dog again.” Everyone looked at me like I was a monster. What they didn’t know was that Sophia had once stolen my body. In my last life, I was the one trapped in that academy. I was the one beaten, humiliated, and forced to bark on my knees. Then she switched our souls back and framed me for everything. My father believed her. He broke my legs and threw me into a dog cage. But this time, I came back before the nightmare began. And when Sophia stole my body again, she thought she had won. She didn’t know I had already turned her own trap into mine.

Yvette and I fought over who was the real heiress for two lifetimes. In my first life, my parents were convinced I was their true daughter. They coaxed me into going to the hospital for a blood test. However, when I woke up in the ward, weak from blood loss, I saw their faces twisted with hatred as they strangled me. “You fake! Just die!” “You’re not our child at all!” I could not fight back. In agony, I took my last breath. In my second life, I was certain Yvette was the real heiress. I pretended to be sick to avoid my parents. Still, I saw the news a few days later—Yvette’s body had been found in the wilderness, drained to a husk. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn for the second time. Yvette was shaken with fear, while I was dragging my suitcase. Both of us were staring at each other. I looked at her and smiled. “How about we run away together?”

"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."

Belarina “Bela” Dela Costa only wanted to survive one more shift at a luxury Milan club until Sebastian “Seb” Ricaforte walked in—and her past stopped being buried and started destroying her again. Once the quiet tragedy of the Ricaforte household, she was the adopted girl raised inside one of Italy’s most feared mafia-linked dynasties, while Seb was the heir destined to rule an empire built on blood, loyalty, and political marriages. He was never meant to love her. But he did, and that was the beginning of everything that shattered them. Now, years after her supposed death, Seb doesn’t save her when his men harass her in public. He destroys the room instead, strips her of dignity in front of everyone, and accuses her of seducing men like it’s a habit she never broke. Then he gives her an order that freezes her blood—quit her job and become his sex slave. Bela is torn between dying again or letting herself be once again captured by the devil’s stare.

“Are you here to gloat about your money?“ “No. Rather, I'm here to offer myself to you, Alvara“ Kai says. “Use me to get your revenge on my brother. I promise to help you get back everything you lost to him—and more“ That sounded too good of an offer not to have a price attached to it. Regardless, it was my best bet. I wasn't certain I could start from scratch again with my company without clearing out the plagiarism issue first. It wasn't something I was certain I could handle alone either but with Kai, I just might be able to. “And am I using you for free or is there a price attached to it?“ “Not a price but there is a requirement“ These bunch of sneaky Foley brothers. “Which is?“ “Marry me, Alvara“ *** Alvara's world comes crashing down after her husband not only sold her company's idea to a rival company but was also found in bed with her best friend. She decides to hand him divorce papers to cut him loose and swore to have her revenge. A revenge she wasn't sure she could do alone until Kai, her brother-in-law offers her to use him. It was like killing two birds with one stone. An offer too good to pass up. But what Alvara didn't know was that Kai had other intentions than just helping her. Find out more in this fast-paced billionaire short story!

Scorned by her arranged husband and in laws for being overweight and ugly, sole heiress of The Del Monte empire, Imelda Del Monte plans her own abduction and returns after two years for revenge. With her new body, beauty and power, she brings all her enemies down to their knees and takes over her empire, her heart as cold as ice as she puts behind emotions that could ruin her plan but the fire of her ex husband’s new desire for her threatens to melt her cold heart. Will she give in to the love she always craved for or will her thirst for revenge and power overcome?

Betrayal begets the darkest shadows, within its grasp, wealth transforms into a tool for revenge. Victoria Hamilton, once a privileged heiress, faced a terrifying death orchestrated by her family, leaving her legacy in the hands of deceitful kin. Fate, however, is inclined to rewrite cruel tales, and death is not always final. Reborn as Lily Turner from an humble background, Victoria carries the flames of revenge, armed with intelligence and fueled by ambition. As Victoria now Lily embarks on an unwavering journey to rebuild the empire stolen from her in a past life. Guided by an unyielding desire for justice, Lily navigates the vicious world of business, rising from the ashes into a formidable force. Memories of the past propel her forward, and scars become her stepping stones to triumph. "The Rebirth of a Scorned Heiress" unfolds as a tale of vengeance as Lily Turner, once an abandoned heiress, will stop at nothing to reclaim what is rightfully hers. Will her empire be the sweetest revenge, or will the haunting shadows of the past persist?

On the third day after our divorce was finalized, my ex-wife, Georgie Anderson, sent me a text message. [Why haven’t you transferred your salary from this month to me?] I thought she was joking. [We’re already divorced.] [So? What does it matter if we’re divorced? You should transfer nineteen thousand dollars from your twenty-thousand-dollar income, just like you did before. The remaining one thousand dollars will be your pocket money. When you were unemployed, I was the one who took care of you. Now that we’re divorced, you’re turning your back on me?] I stared at her text messages and fell silent for a really long time. Throughout our three-year marriage, I gave her nineteen thousand dollars out of my twenty-thousand-dollar salary. She was responsible for "budgeting" our household expenses. However, she spent my money on her civil service exam, afternoon teas with her besties, and even on her study partner, whom I’d never met. As for me, I handled all the house chores—cooking dinner, mopping the floors and doing the laundry. But when I took a little time after work to game, she would yell at me for being lazy. She was demanding money from me even after we were divorced. Her reason was that I might spend the money without thinking. I blocked her number. Three seconds later, she sent me a text message from another phone number. [You’ll regret this. I’m trying to help you one last time.] I laughed. ‘Helping me?’ I thought. Nobody had ever helped me in the past three years.

A billionaire heiress betrayed. Two ruthless Scottish mafia twins who’ll stop at nothing to claim her. Danger, obsession, and a love worth starting a war for. Time to burn it all to the fucking ground.... He was the love of my life. My husband. My mistake. Cole Harrington.... Hollywood's golden boy. The man I pulled from obscurity and handed a career on a silver platter. The man I defended, supported, and loved... until I walked in on him naked in his dressing room, balls deep in his co-star like it was the scene of his life. That was the moment something in me snapped. I'm done being the quiet, supportive wife in the background. My name is Eilidh MacLeod, and I was somebody long before I met him. Scottish Billionaire heiress. Former child star. Acclaimed actress and dancer. The woman who built him... and the one who's going to break him. Now it's my turn. I'm taking back my life, my career, my crown, and I'm burning every bridge, every lie, and every ounce of him to the ground. And somewhere between the chaos, the paparazzi, and the sweet taste of revenge, I meet them. Two men. Twins. Dangerously gorgeous, shamelessly charming, and utterly off limits... except they make me feel more alive than I ever have. They show me what real love is, raw, wild, and unconditional, and they just may run the Scottish Mafia. By the time I'm done, Cole won't just lose me. He'll lose everything. And I'll be walking away with my heart, my freedom... and maybe two men who would set the world on fire just to keep me.