Divorced Heiress Revenge Novels & Stories

The flash of cameras hit me before the chauffeur even opened the car door. I stepped out of the black Bentley in a deep emerald-green satin dress that hugged my curves like it was made just for me. The high slit on my dress revealed just the right amount of skin I wanted and my matching heels clicked against the driveway of the Grand Royale Hotel like I owned the place. My hair flowed down my shoulders, and my makeup was subtle, powerful, perfect. Enough to remind the world I wasn’t the same girl who got cheated on.

NICHOLAS I knew I wasn't supposed to force her. I wasn't supposed to stoop so low as threaten her with those videos but there is something about Celine that keeps disturbing. Something like a gravitational pull that keeps drawing me closer to her like a moth to flame. First, she tried to describe me by using a fake fiancé. If Dave wasn't brought instead, I might have fallen for his lie because she does it naturally. Is she really the same heiress who doesn't have a dating scandal with any man?

Navarro's voice was practiced, "you saw an opportunity. A child could be Insurance. Especially after your father's death made you a billionaire heiress." Hailey's face went pale. "That's not...I would never..." "You married Maxwell Kingston three days after inheriting your father's company," Navarro pressed. "A man you barely knew. Doesn't that seem... Planned?" "I married him because I needed protection." Her voice was shaking now. "From people like you. From a media circus. From Floyd showing up with lawyers trying to take my son." "Your son." Navarro emphasized the words. "Not Mr. Langford's son. Despite DNA. Despite the fact that he has a legal right..."

However, breaking down while everyone was watching me was a humiliation I would never subject myself to. “How does it feel to get divorced from the man you love? Why didn't you tell those silly women the truth— that you're nothing to Davis? You're just trash not worth mentioning.” I looked up the moment I heard divorce. Davis has not told our family yet, and even ordered me to keep it a secret. How did she know? My eyes met a smug Louisa, her smile filled with disdain for me. She was Davis’s childhood sweetheart who left him when their family had issues and went abroad. I heard she returned a few months ago but never took it seriously. Now, it seems the gossip vines were right.

After washing the clothes, she carefully hung them to dry, then checked the time. 5:40 PM. He should be home soon. She walked downstairs and began preparing dinner: steak, Red wine, Candles, Soft lighting. Everything was arranged with meticulous care. At the center of the table sat a velvet box. Inside it was a rare black diamond, elegant and worth millions, beside it lay a document. The contract Alexander had been desperately trying to secure with Harbor International was the key to overseas expansion. Recently, he had been under immense pressure because of it. What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination.

“Let go of me, William Nash!” Liam paused in a secluded area at the backstage, anger bubbling in his chest. “Give back the necklace.” “Huh?” “You're in this together with Andrew Woods, aren't you?” Liam threw daggers at her. “Stop thinking too far…” Haley held the necklace protectively, returning his glare. “I bought it with my own money! What are you waiting for? Why haven't you signed the divorce yet?” Divorce, Divorce. Was she crazy? Taking in a deep breath, Liam bottled in his anger. “I'll let you go this time for trying to seek my attention in this silly way. Just give back the necklace-”

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

"This isn’t about him anymore, Gina. It’s about you. You’re so consumed by revenge that you can’t see what it’s doing to you. To *us*." I clenched my jaw, the glass in my hand tightening. "Don’t start with this." "No, you *need* to hear it." He stepped forward, his voice lowering but no less firm. "You are not the same woman I married. The Gina I fell in love with was sharp, ambitious, yes—but she wasn’t *this*. She wasn’t obsessed with destroying someone who’s already out of her life."

“That scumbag. He actually divorced you.” “Just take me away,” Heidi murmured. Her expression was blank as she stared out of the car’s window. Yet, Zach knew that she was bottling up her emotions. For that man, Heidi endured daily humiliation by those lowly folks. Because of him, she dropped her crown as a princess and assumed the position of a pauper, a desperate housewife with no other goal apart from pleasing her husband. Danm it! He was going to make him regret it. “A divorce is not the end of the world. Cheer up, dear.” Zach squeezed her hand gently.

She crossed her legs casually while tucking strands of hair behind her ear. “You want to marry me to take revenge on my half-sister?” He asked, knowing the answer to his question very well. Anthea smiled at him before rolling her eyes. “Yes.” She didn't bother denying her intention. The reason she was there, offering him a contract marriage, was because he was a Jones. He was Aurelia Jones' brother, the woman who ruined her life beyond repair. Now it was her turn. She was going to do it by snatching the family and the business she took the utmost pride in. It would be so much fun to see her pride crumble down into ashes, and she couldn't wait to experience it with her own eyes.