Divorced She Reclaimed Her Empire Novels & Stories

“I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!” Mother walked over, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she gently patted my back. I could see it in her eyes—she was proud of my stance. And frankly, her earlier question didn’t even matter anymore. There’s no freaking way I’m signing those divorce papers. No way in hell I’ll give Alexa a dime of what I’ve built.

“Consider it done.” ~•~ After dismissing the shareholders, Ivory stayed in her office for a while and after she was done, she headed towards Golden Hour to meet up with Emma, as agreed. Emma wasted no time in ordering drinks, several at one go, to celebrate her divorce. “Cheers, to freedom.” Raising her glass, Emma offered a toast, and Ivory, who raised her glass, reciprocated.

And Sam watched. Her phone buzzed again. This time from Sam. Where are you? She stared at the message. Then typed slowly. With family. Three dots appeared immediately. Stopped. Then another message: We need to talk. Now. She looked back at the water where her father had died. The same water that swallowed his fight. But she was not him. And she was not alone. Two heartbeats pulsed inside her. Not pawns. Not assets. Heirs. The empire thought it could control blood. But blood remembers. And Anna was done surviving quietly. She was ready to take everything back.

Tyler pulled his son down into a tight, fierce embrace, kissing his cheek repeatedly as Leo wrapped his little arms around Tyler's neck. Elara watched them. A single tear spilled over her eyelashes, tracking down her cheek not a tear of grief, fear, or exhaustion, but a tear of absolute, overwhelming victory. She turned her eyes back toward the city of Manhattan stretching out beneath them. The Vance Hawthorne empire stood untarnished. The multi-billion-dollar corporate holdings, the global fashion houses, the legacy foundations, and the penthouse trusts were all intact, firmly secured under her absolute, sovereign rule. She had conquered every board member who had tried to usurp her authori

I fume and storm over to her. She spins around and looks at me. She is seemingly surprised at my loud voice. I look at the bag and then return my focus to her. "Where are you going?" "I am moving out." She averts her gaze and continues packing. "Why?" I am getting more and more restless. Sighing, she tosses the dress into the suitcase. "Because we are divorcing, Lance." She directs her scorching gaze at me. "I am no longer willing to be here. Jack has found me an apartment, and I am moving in."

Three years after her operation, everything was going well and despite her efforts, she had ended up divorcing this doctor and with the divorce had pocketed half of his assets. Everything was going well because she had no more symptoms and had even gone on with her life. She met a businessman who had a chain of hotels, the man fell hopelessly in love with her and married her. He was quite old and in fragile health and some time after the marriage, he passed away bequeathing all his fortune to her. Amanda renamed his empire Clark and became one of the most influential real estate owners in the world through hard work and intelligence.

I rebuilt my empire quietly from the ashes, channels of influence spreading silently until the time to strike neared. For my revenge I'll have what he loves the most, the key piece still eluded me, Heather, the woman Lucas had claimed as mate when she was but a girl. But now she is destined to be mine. Soon, I would rend her from his side as he once stripped my power away. But first, the long game of smoke and mirrors must continue. I adopted bored nonchalance as the shareholders droned on, nodding occasionally. Let Lucas keep his territory and petty kingship - my web was slowly strangling his world.

She looked like she was heading to a gala, not a house where the matriarch had just been rushed to the emergency room. "So, the great victor finally hides in his den," she sneered, leaning against the doorframe. "I heard the news. We won. I expect my allowance to reflect the new profit margins, Elijah. That jail cell was traumatizing, and I think a trip to Paris is the only thing that will settle my nerves."

"You're really going to do it? Just walk into his office and drop that kind of money like it's nothing?" "Absolutely," I replied, my voice oozing with confidence. "He wants to play games, but he has no idea who he's dealing with now. Once I have that divorce, I'll be free to start the next phase of my plan—taking back my company that he stole from me." Her expression turned serious, a line creasing between her brows. "You know it won't be easy, Aubrey. Ryder's not going to just hand it over."

Dozens of eyes stared at him- he didn't care. Everyone in the city must already know by now that the Nash Empire had crumbled and he was fully divorced. It had been three days ever since he handed her the divorce papers with his signature, Yet, it felt like yesterday. He'd bet with his life that day would never come. He'd vowed never to sign the divorce no matter how many tantrums she pull. He'd vowed to win her back no matter what it took. But everything had a limit. He should have realized that long ago.