Novel & Cerita Divorced Heiress Revenge

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

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.

She should have listened to their warnings, and she wanted to break down in front of them like a child, but her overwhelming guilt held her back. “It’s fine, I’ll be by your side.” Noah held her chin gently and made her look at him with a reassuring smile. Celene then found herself staring at his eyes as they held sincerity in them. “Also, don’t you want to get revenge on your ex-husband and mistress?” “If you do, the first thing you must do is reclaim your rightful position as heiress. Then, as a second step... You must marry me.” “What does marrying you have to do with revenge?” she asked, genuinely confused.

Noel Varess thought he knew his wife. Melowie was quiet. Ordinary, just too ordinary for the world he came from. So when money began disappearing from his company through an account bearing her name, Noel didn't ask her for an explanation. He asked for a divorce. Melowie did not argue much. She signed. She left with nothing. Or so he thought. Three years later, Noel walks into an emergency shareholders' meeting and finds the woman he once discarded sitting at the head of the table. She isn't there to beg for another chance. She's there because she just bought a controlling stake in his company. And she has a name now. Melowie Veyra. Heiress. Billionaire. His newes

Beatrice stepped over the railing, a tether line snapping taut as she vanished into the night, just as the power surged back on. Elena turned to the laptop. She scrolled to the bottom of the ledger. The last deposit wasn't four years ago. It was yesterday. The exact amount? Eight hundred million dollars. The money she had used to outbid Dante at the auction hadn't come from her trust fund. It had come from him. Dante Blackwood hadn't driven the price up to hurt her. He had funded her revenge. Elena slumped into her chair, her head spinning. She looked at Marcus, who was screaming orders into his radio.

another chimed in. "Her parents have spent a lot of money to heal her face. She retaliated by marrying the cruel man who bankrupted her father's company. She's a devil at heart," the first woman swore. "Get up, Darcy." I approached the evil woman and held both her arms. I knew she wouldn't stand up on her own. "I always forgive what you do before you apologize. Isn't that what sister means?" I smiled at her. She sobbed, so I hugged her. I rubbed her back to convince everyone that I could act, too. "One day, your cover will be blown. Go ahead and trick the Channing family with your tears. Listen to me. You'll never be happy with him."

The receptionist didn’t ask too many questions, and soon enough, I was alone, sitting on the edge of the bed, my suitcase open in front of me. I exhaled, letting the events of the day settle in. The confrontation, signing the divorce papers, Luca’s threats… It all swirled in my mind, but I wouldn’t let fear paralyze me. Not anymore. I wasn’t going back. I was free now. And I would find a way to survive—without Luca, without his money, and without his control. But it wasn’t just about survival; it was about revenge. I would make Luca Moretti regret the day he was conceived.

“He is not my father-in-law. He is my husband. Get that into your thick skull, bitch.” “Too bad nothing is gonna change the fact that he was once your father-in-law. I mean I still find it hard to believe, therefore it's gonna take a while for me to come to terms with it. This is indeed the perfect revenge one can ever think of. How did you even come up with such a plan?” “Well, we met at a bar. You know, when I found out that Ethan got married to my step sister, I felt betrayed and disappointed, like every sane woman would feel, because I wasn't expecting it. Therefore I decided to get drunk and….”