Divorced She Reclaimed Her Empire Novels & Stories

I watched as her expression shifted from surprise to a smile. If she thought I was going to give her that respect, then she was mistaken; she had the wrong person. I wasn't the Emily she once had under her control. The day I divorced her son, I was pretty sure she looked for me to teach me a lesson but couldn’t find me. The next time she heard about me, I was an heiress to the wealthiest family in the country. After everything she did, now she wanted to reconcile? She was stingy even to herself; she wanted everything for herself.

She went back to the Moon Crest Pack after her divorce and took over the pack, successfully expanding their businesses and companies in the short time she had been in charge due to her competency and outstanding business ideas. Mated to that mutt of an Alpha Prince not even three months after breaking her matebond with Hayden, but didn't seem to want the useless mutt. She rejected him but then went back to him just to destroy his reputation. I smirked as I thought of how she had tricked that useless piece of shit and destroyed his and even the royal family’s reputations. I re-read all her business proposals before flipping back to the photograph again. I traced the side of her face with my i

“I’m sorry, Adrian. I messed up. But we’re here now. You need a wife to inherit your father’s empire, and I’m the best choice.” “The best choice,” he scoffed, finally placing the tablet down, “Since when did a married woman become the best choice for a bride?” “Well,” I shrugged, biting the gum with a smirk as I raised one finger, “Just got divorced.” He let out a low chuckle, the kind that echoed in your bones. His fingers powered off the tablet, tossed it onto the table, then he turned to face me fully. “Seriously, Syra? You get divorced and sprint back to the guy you dumped like a bad habit ten years ago? What the hell kind of game are you playing?”

She didn’t stop until she reached the stairs. She didn’t stop when she heard his mother shouting after her. She didn’t stop when Dorian called her name. Because none of them mattered now. She had signed the papers, yes. But that wasn’t the end That was just the start of something new. And this time, she wouldn’t be the quiet one in the background. She wouldn’t be the girl behind the curtain. She wouldn’t be the woman who gave everything and kept nothing. No. This time, she was going to take back every piece of herself they stole. And make them watch her rise.

I clenched my hands into fists, anger flaring through me. Elias, that bastard! How dare he try to destroy my company? “I’m planning to regain control-” “It’s about time!” Carla exclaimed, excitement flitting through her eyes. She leaned over the table, saying, “Your father built that empire for you and your future kids. Don’t let it fall into the wrong hands, especially your husband–” “He’s not my husband anymore,” I corrected. “We got divorced a few weeks ago.”

I ask Dante, still studying the photo. “Our team at IronClad is blocking it.” I nod. Good. “My source says Ashford filed for divorce this afternoon,” Vivian adds. “He is cleaning house now that his lover is back.” I make a sound. It might be a laugh, but it is cold and dry. I turn away from the window and sit behind the desk. My desk now. For the first time all day, I feel a spark of interest. “His wife,” I say, leaning back on the chair. “Do we have a name?”

Morgan's house was not very small, but she had lived in very few places. "We are divorced." Natalie said calmly, "Boss Morgan, have you not forgotten what you said?" Samuel's throat choked, his fingertips tightly gripped the coffee cup, his voice cold: "I have not forgotten." Natalie calmly took a sip of coffee and calmly replied: "It's okay, as long as you don't forget. Now that we are divorced, everything about your house has nothing to do with me. I don't have any conditions; I will not return."

That’s how you knew she trusted technology more than her own hands, pen and recorder, double security. “Tabitha Vance, Caldris Social Register. Sorry to interrupt, but I’d be crazy not to ask, this is the first time you two have been in the same room since the divorce went public, isn’t it?” She glanced between us, her polite smile barely containing the hunger beneath. “Lots of speculation about what happened. Would either of you care to settle the rumors now that, well, Ms. Veyne’s name isn’t exactly low-profile in Caldris anymore?”

the official declared, bringing the business negotiation to its final conclusion. Hearing those words, a victorious smile spread across Vivienne's full lips. The business empire her ex-husband had built through boundless greed had now officially fallen into her hands. Dominic Thorne was nothing more than a penniless outcast who had been cast out of his own family, while Vivienne now stood proudly as the new queen who controlled the fate of hundreds of international retail stores.

“And don't think your money changes anything! You're a poor simp! You have fucking poverty written all over you!” Vivien's chest heaved violently as she continued. “And you wanted to bring that poverty into my family? A family I refuse to let you destroy?” She scoffed bitterly. “That is exactly why you were divorced! You were told never to set your feet inside this house again!” Her eyes narrowed viciously. “And then my precious son got lucky enough to find himself a beautiful woman who actually understands him. A woman who knows how to stand beside him and who clearly knows what a woman is supposed to do!”