Divorced Heiress Revenge Novels & Stories

she states, her eyes sparkling with indignation. I stare at her for a few moments and nod, my voice trapped in my throat. “Yes, I want revenge… but not that way. I want to make them die slowly, toy with them, and, most especially, make Kyle regret divorcing me so much that he would want me back.”. Mrs. Janet chuckles lightly. “I love that. Let’s begin. And that starts with transforming you into a Barbie that no man can walk by without dropping saliva!”

She remained unfazed at the attention she had drawn to herself and pretended not to hear the whispers. “Scarlett Ashbourne!” “-they got divorced!” “I thought she was dead-“ “Is it really her?” “My God! She came back!” Her tailored black suit hugged her silhouette perfectly to reveal an almost invisible waist. The wind teased strands of her polished black bob but even nature seemed to be at her mercy. A pair of oversized sun glasses concealed her eyes as she took slow, calculated steps. Her heels echoed down the aisle like war drums as her body guards followed closely behind her. Her expression was unreadable and her aura shouted-UNTOUCHABLE!

The urge to knock next door and confront him was so strong but she knew the moment she met him again face-to-face, her braveness would quickly dissipate in an instant. Her feelings towards Hendrix were too deep. And his effects on her will only makes her weak. She wasn't prepared to face him at all! Her initial plan after signing the divorce paper was to go home and never see Hendrix ever again. She decided to forget about everything as if the three years in the Philippines never happened at all. However, after seeing the diamond ring in his mistress' hand, her anger just exploded like a nuclear bomb. She was so furious with unbearable jealousy and she was swallowed by anger with his betraya

I scoffed, taking a step closer, unwilling to back down. “I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do. Tristan’s my son, and I have every right to see him. You don’t get to keep me from him.”Andrew crossed his arms, his stance tense and unmoving. “You don’t get to just show up whenever you feel like it and expect us to play along. Ava’s trying to keep things calm for Tristan. You’re only making this harder for him—and for her.”“You think you’re better for Tristan just because you’ve been around longer?” My voice rose, my frustration spilling over. “You’re only in the picture because I didn’t know about him. If I had, things would be different. Ava and I wouldn’t be divorced.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

My mind is still trying to process everything. Not a true Blackwood heiress. Diana and Kieran. Childhood betrothed. Ulterior motive. The pieces are falling into place, but the picture they're forming is too horrific to comprehend. Vivienne raises her hand, and I see the slap coming. The physical manifestation of her contempt. I Instinctively close my eyes, bracing for impact. But the slap doesn't land. I peel my eyes open, confused, and find Vivienne's wrist held firmly by someone.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

Until last week when she found out the truth and asked for a divorce. Just like that. No tears. No drama. No pleading. I was so shocked that I said yes immediately. I kicked her out with nothing but the clothes on her back, thinking she would come crawling back within a week. I never expected her to discover Celine's room. I never expected her to piece together the truth. I never expected her to show up at the Revas mansion as the long-lost heiress. I never expected her to slap me in front of everyone. And I definitely never expected Killian Dreven to claim her as his own.

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.

I asked, making my way to the stairs. For the first time, the thirty-two-step stairwell felt endless... longer, steeper. "Madame, please stay calm. Don't... don't do anything too irrational, please! Stay calm." "Calm? Stay calm?" I began... but then I remembered my plan. If I wanted to divorce Calvin, and get rid of him for good, get him and his stupid sidepiece out of my life for good... I needed evidence. The more- the better. I gripped the handrail tightly, feeling rage inside and taking a deep breath as I felt tears threatening to fall.