Divorced Heiress Revenge Novels & Stories

Charlotte flatly refused. “Impossible? You had said you loved Ethan deeply and wanted to marry him, but now you are going to destroy his company. Have you forgotten all of that?” She began to cry.” Charlotte murmured, “We are divorced.” “Divorced? How dare you mention it? Did you have an affair with one of the leaders of the Wilson? So you decide to divorce so easily?” She rushed to hit Charlotte. I came to stop her, but Mrs. Anderson hit me too. She raised her hand and grabbed my face.

Now his foundations trembled, and the man who once believed himself a king was now being reduced to firefighting whispers. And Clarissa… My mouth curved into a smile I didn’t bother to suppress. She was the most exquisite part of it all, not because she was weak, but because she was strong enough to understand exactly what she was losing. She was trapped, hemmed in by love, by pregnancy, by a conscience that made her predictable. Every path she might take led to me. She knew it. Devan knew it too, even if he refused to admit it aloud. This was no longer about revenge. Revenge was crude and small. This was about control, about reshaping the world so thoroughly that resistance became unthinkab

She had been born into money but had not simply inherited her position, she had built Salvators Enterprises up from a mid-sized family property firm into a big empire that covered real estate, media, and emerging technology. She had been alone her whole life too. Vivian Salvatore had resources,and a reputation built on being underestimated and then devastating people who had made that mistake. She had been silenced before she could finish what she had started. I was going to finish it for both of us. The morning I was discharged, I stood in the hospital bathroom and looked at her reflection for a long time. I looked at her and she looked at me and somewhere in the space between us, Sandra R

Where was she going to go, and why did she seem like the divorce didn't affect her? “Don't go Meg”. Elizabeth begged, trying to make a good impression on Mrs. Wilson. But Megan would be dead if she believed her, so she ignored her plea and walked towards the door. What a nice person Elizabeth was, how could she still be nice to someone who stole Greg from her in the first place? Mrs. Wilson thought. As she walked past. Mrs. Wilson noticed the necklace on Megan, it was an expensive model which only one of its kind existed. There were rumours about the only heiress of the song family owning it.

she hissed, her voice dangerously low. I met her gaze. “I got married. Today.” Eleanor shot up from her seat, eyes blazing. “To whom?” I kept my expression blank. “Her name is Sophia.” “Sophia Lancaster?” she demanded. I hesitated. “No.” Her hands clenched into fists. “Then who the hell is she?” “She… doesn’t come from wealth,” I admitted. The fury in her eyes darkened. “Over my dead body will you marry a gold digger, Alexander!” she snapped. “You will divorce that whore, and you will marry Sophia Lancaster as we planned.”

He called her a vulgar and tasteless woman. Images of the past flashed in his mind. Keith was forced by his grandfather to marry Livia, but he humiliated and degraded her. He never treated her as an equal before. Keith believed that at that time, he was the scummiest ex-husband. To get revenge on Livia’s arrival, Keith even went so far as to secretly use his power to suppress Livia’s family to the point of bankruptcy. Finally, Livia agreed to divorce him.

} Victoria didn't know where the voice came from, but the water of revenge kept boiling in her heart, and she couldn't let go of her hatred towards the Hamilton family. She quickly agreed to the voice, "Yes! I want them to experience despair beyond human understanding; I want them to live a desolate life; I want their bones to rot on the street without anybody picking them up." {Your wish shall be granted, and you shall watch it happen with your own eyes and execute your revenge with your own hands} the mechanical voice replied, and Victoria scoffed. "I am dying like this, and you are still giving me false hope. It's enough for me to know there is someone who would avenge me; I don't need to

But the anger came right back into his expression. "Ahtisa, this is not a game! You don't just stand up and shout about divorce in front of my lawyer!" "And you don't bring an outsider to a private family reading," I snapped back, my tone turning ice-cold. I pointed a finger at Isabella. "Today is our anniversary, Adrian. You didn't come home last night, you forgot the date entirely, and then you show up here with your charity case, expecting me to sign over billions of dollars without even reading the pages."

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.