Divorced, Now A Princess Novels & Stories

She is trying to see if I’m serious or if this is some kind of joke. “What do you get out of this?” she asks. “Your ex-husband.” “I’m not married.” “Sienna Hayes,” I say, leaning into my chair. “Married to Vincent Ashford for three years, recently divorced for less than a week, currently unemployed.” I pause and smile a little. “Would you still like me to go on?” She just stares at me like she can see exactly where I’m going with this. And she probably can because, from what I know, Sienna is smart.

I still said nothing. “The King is not going to save you,” she said, louder now. “Whatever you think happened in that palace today, whatever you think that look meant or that conversation meant, he is a king. You are a married Luna from a mid-tier pack and you are not his problem.” She stepped forward. “Take the divorce. Take it and go back to your father at Blackthorn and let Luca and I have what we built and stop embarrassing yourself trying to hold onto something that is already gone.” I looked at her for a moment.

“Getting married. Living a happy life after they threw me away to die. I always thought they might one day regret what they did. That they were reflecting on their actions. But no.” Her jaw tightened. “So I decided to get back on my feet.” “That’s perfect,” Marcus said. Marcus pulled out his phone. “I also want to see what that cruel man had to say.” He scrolled for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at her. “You won’t believe what he said.” Maya’s heart clenched. “What?” “When he was asked about his ex-wife, he posted on I*******m that you had a lover. That you willingly signed the divorce papers and that the child you were carrying belonged to that lover.”

Lilly I couldn't get my mind together The thought of marrying Sabistan, my ex-husband's uncle, wasn't it for me. I seek revenge but I am better off alone. I am currently divorced, hated by my family and even my twin sister. I have a child in my belly without a father. I can't even get to remember who I was with that night and now this? I really need to leave here and truly understand what it means to be free and think.

I kept my head up high, not answering him calling me. “Why?” he asked, looking at me, and the divorce papers, back at me and vice versa. That questions would’ve mattered to the old Genevieve. Months ago, it would’ve. But now, it simply felt empty. It felt late. Painfully late. I looked at the man I had once loved more than myself, enough for me to give up a kingdom for, a reign, a throne. The man who had promised me forever. The man who couldn’t spare ten minutes to read a document from me before signing it. And the man who suddenly changed into someone I barely could recognize anymore.

I waited with bated breath for him to continue with what he wanted to say because it felt like he was about to tell me something very important. "Perhaps in the past, wedding vows were more sacred, or divorce was something less acceptable by society and therefore avoided. Regardless, it's not so uncommon for people to get divorced nowadays and cast away the vows they made during the wedding," the prince said quite solemnly. I didn't know what he was trying to get at, so I decided to remain silent as I waited for the prince to continue. After taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, I felt the prince's body relax against mine.

Every woman dreamed of it until their dreams got crushed. Because there’s no such thing as a handsome young prince. That’s why I detested being called a princess. It made me think of young Chelsea and how happy and naïve she was before her loving parents got a messy divorce and she had to grow up quickly. “It’s. Fine.” I didn’t mean it to sound so harsh, but he didn’t get angry or snap at me like I had expected. Instead, he leaned closer, only the marble island separating us. His shoulders were so broad that his shadow fell over me, making me swallow.

The smile slowly faded. He married her. Kevin and Stephanie. A day after our divorce was finalized. The man didn’t even wait for the ink to dry. I pressed my lips together, that familiar sting of betrayal flickering in my chest—but it was duller now. Because he hadn’t broken me. He’d only lit a fire under me. And now? I had two million reasons to be a menace. Operation get fired was in motion by Pierce Carter is ready. ~~~~~ I showed up at the penthouse with my cleaning supplies in one hand and my dignity in the other—which was barely hanging on, considering I’d squeezed myself into a uniform two sizes too small and conveniently forgot a bra.

My grip tightened around my champagne glass. No. That wasn't possible. The woman continued descending the staircase then she lifted her head completely and our eyes met. The glass slipped from my hand as the crystal shattered across the floor, and the sound echoed through the silent ballroom. I barely heard it because the woman standing at the center of the staircase wasn't a stranger. It was Elara, my wife. The woman who had left me. The woman I believed was an orphan. The woman I had just divorced was Elara Frost. The Frost family's long-lost heiress.

But Amelia wasn't the quiet, easily dismissed wife anymore. She was a billionaire in her own right, formidable enough to expose corporate fraud within weeks of taking control, magnetic enough to draw genuine attention from a man who apparently had his choice of more conventional, uncomplicated partners. If Adrian Kingsley genuinely fell for Amelia, publicly, permanently, the media narrative would shift entirely. No longer the wife Damian carelessly discarded, finding unexpected success on her own. Instead, the woman who had not only survived her divorce but emerged triumphant, claiming a partner more polished than the man who had failed to appreciate her.