Divorced Heiress Revenge Novels & Stories

"What do you want?" "Anthony, take a good look. Do you know who this is?" Janice pointed the camera at Summer. When Anthony got a clear look, he instantly sat up straight. "Janice, are you crazy? She's the heiress of Hartford Group!" Janice clenched her teeth and said, "And I'm the heiress of Power Construction! What's so special about her?" "What are you trying to do?" Anthony asked anxiously. "Summer, are you hurt? What did she do to you?"

"We want a plan. We’re not just going to allow that asshole to stroll away from this unscathed." I blinked at her. "What do you suggest?" She grinned, and I should see that acquainted glint in her eye. Sasha cherished an amazing revenge plan. "I’m pronouncing, he’s no longer going to break out with this. You deserve better than being tossed apart like final season’s fashion. So we’re going to make sure that he regrets this." I frowned, my mind spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "I don’t realize, Sasha. I’m not sincerely in the mood for revenge."

She continued, "You have always been stealing my shine. The world practically revolves around you. I fell in love with a man, and as usual, you snatched him from me simply because you were rich. And guess what?" I parted my lips to speak, but the words were stuck in my throat. I snapped my mouth shut, feeling my stomach churn. "I decided to pay back by taking back everything you stole from me. I found my way back into his heart and bed. He was mine and will always be mine. I hate you, Heather!" She snarled. Anger seemed through my veins, prompting my fingers to curl into fists. "You bastard." I gritted, narrowing my eyes into slivers.

Landen simply turned off the phone. Darlene squeezed the hem of her dress. "You're bad, Landen. That really hurt," she said as she wiped a spot of blood from her lip. Once at Landen's mansion, Darlene went straight to her room, ignoring the scowls of the servants. After scratching her signature, she left the mansion with nothing. *** "She can't be serious about getting a divorce." Landen's voice was sharp, his hand throwing the divorce papers on the table. Just five minutes ago, Theo - his secretary - returned from dropping Olivia off at her apartment. He was carrying a small package containing the divorce papers.

This was it. The full circle. Ivy had everything Eliana had once possessed: the fiancé, the social standing, the public adoration. The exact life Eliana had walked away from, the one that had led to her demise. The one she had foolishly given up before to give to a man who had only wanted her for what her family could offer him. But Eliana was no longer the naive heiress. She was a different woman, with a different path, and a different kind of power. And now, with Ivy firmly in place, Eliana was free to build her empire, unburdened by the ghosts of her past.

"I’m staying, Tyler. And if you try to go back to her, I’ll make sure the press hears a version of your 'divorce' that makes tonight look like a bedtime story. You wanted a woman with fire? Well, you’ve got one. Try not to get burned." She swept out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghost of the woman I’d thrown away. I looked at the empty glass and realized, with a terrifying clarity, that I had traded a diamond for a handful of broken glass.

"Fine. Let's test that theory. If you care so much about me, if you see me as your daughter and not just an inconvenience, then give me what's mine." "What are you talking about?" "The company shares. The thirty percent that Grandma left to me. I want them." The room went silent. Charlotte's hand flew to her mouth. Chase looked like I'd asked him to cut off his own arm. "Absolutely not." His voice was deadly quiet. "Why not? They're mine. Grandma left them to me in her will." "The company has nothing to do with you!" "The company was Grandma's!" I raised my voice to match his. "She built it from nothing. Those shares are my inheritance. I'm not asking for a favor—I'm taking back what's alrea

I questioned him, trying to put the pieces together. But then I remembered Gina and my heart ached. She must be the one who instigated this. She was back, and getting Damon to divorce me was what she had always wanted. She knew that according to the principles of my family, if my marriage with Damon ended, I would lose everything including my position as the heiress and be tossed aside because none of us was allowed to fail in our marriage, in order not to taint the perfect, successful marriages of my family's history.

"Don't let anyone or anything stop you. If Sebastian wants to move on, then let him. He made his choice, now let him suffer with it. Don't let him ruin your happiness, and don't let his words stop you from achieving your goals. It's time to show him who the real woman is. You have the power to make him suffer, so use it. Make him realize that he lost a good thing, and that he'll never find another one like you. That will be your biggest revenge." "He wanted a divorce, and you gave it to him. Give him a reason to regret his decision. Move on. Find a man who is worth your time and can treat you the way you deserve. If Sebastian didn't want you, then there's someone else who does. Stop crying o

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...