Novel & Cerita Divorced,the True Heiress Gets It All

They did not care whether it was real or fake, and even if it was fake, they would do whatever they could to climb into his bed. As for his past marriage history, well…that did not even matter. Normally speaking, a guy would lose his value if he was a divorcee, but that rule obviously did not apply to Tyler. Quite a few of the heiresses had been waiting for him to divorce Vicky ever since he got married so that they could be the next Missus Hart. Of course, they would have to fight each other to get the position.

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.

And though I didn't like that she didn't want me to leave any of my assets to Calvin when I first hired her, I was glad I listened to her advice and my head lawyer, Amanda. "Since you have countless proofs of his infidelities, we will make sure he is forced to give you fifty percent of the marital belongings, including the house, half of the cars, private properties overseas, and villas, along with monthly alimony." "I don't care for any of those. Just make sure to draft it before tomorrow afternoon. I want him to sign the divorce papers before the end of the night." I said as I looked out the window of the room, sipping on my espresso.

"Dad is already anxious that we don't have a child. Do you think he'll say anything if I kick you out and marry a younger woman? Do you really think you'll find someone richer and better-looking than me after the divorce? You'll be miserable for the rest of your life!" Edward was confident, but I wasn't so easily intimidated. I chuckled. "Divorced or not, I'm still the heiress of Oskar Group. I have money and power—I can afford to keep a few young, handsome men around. My life will be nothing short of wonderful." "Are you serious?" Edward finally realized I wasn't bluffing.

“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.

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

She chuckled, “Anyway, what was the important thing we needed to discuss?” “I want you to stop.” he simply replied, earning a puzzled look from Celene. “Stop what exactly?” She glanced at him, puzzled by his words until he looked into her eyes and gently took her hand, causing her to flinch. Somehow, feeling uneasy about the words she was about to hear. “It’s time to stop pretending to be an orphan. Marry me and reclaim your rightful position as the heiress of one of the biggest company empires in the country.”

"I saw you eavesdropping on us earlier. Then, I found two of my sleeping pills missing. You're quite clever, aren't you?" This time, Caroline did not beat me up. She came to an agreement with the town dunce quickly and married me off to him. On the day of the wedding, I finally saw Xavier. He stormed into the dunce's house, just like he had done when I was 16. This time, he did not use violence to solve the problem. He told his assistant to give the dunce's family 300 thousand dollars, then took me away. I was ecstatic to have escaped from there. I wanted to thank him, but I found myself saying, "Why did you come so late, Xavier? It's been almost a month. I was miserable."

“Can we get this conversation over with? This is not how I planned to start my morning.” “Your wife…” “She’s not my wife, Maria, at least not yet,” I interrupted and closed my eyes. “Well, she waltzed down here, claiming she was the new Signora Thuthai and the estate now belonged to her.” “The estate belongs to Charlotte; it is part of the divorce agreement.” “Does your wife know this?” she asked, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Because coming here to harass an indisposed woman is rather distasteful.”

The most essential one is to get married to one of the chosen by me candidates. Bianca couldn't believe her eyes. She felt as if her legs melted under the burden of these words. It looked like the story of her mom repeated itself right then. The letter continued: If you agree to my conditions and one of the men becomes your husband, you will become the only heiress to my fortune. But there is no way back. You can only get a divorce at the end of your life. This way, you can save your mother. The needed money for the treatment is within reach of your hand. Just pick your future husband.