Divorced,the True Heiress Gets It All Novels & Stories

Matthew asked with a grin, impressed by the display of wealth, greenery and lavish view before him. “Yes, we are millionaires,” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. I added, “But some evil man had forcefully taken over your property,” “Why? How?” “Well, legally, in the absence of the daughter then son-in-law-” “You don’t have to know everything boys, we are here to take what is ours back,” She said strictly as it was distasteful for me to mention it as well. I was truly relieved that before leaving she at least divorced that asshole but he managed to twist the situation and managed to confiscate her property until she would come back.

I pull it over my head. “I don’t know, maybe it’s best you sleep somewhere else in the house. Once we have this marriage out of the way then you will be King of the streets. We can get divorced not long after that should give you what you want.” Her voice is cold now, she is giving me whiplash. Divorce? We haven’t even gotten married yet. “It won’t work like that, Lucky. You will give me heirs.”

Until last week when she found out the truth and asked for a divorce. Just like that. No tears. No drama. No pleading. I was so shocked that I said yes immediately. I kicked her out with nothing but the clothes on her back, thinking she would come crawling back within a week. I never expected her to discover Celine's room. I never expected her to piece together the truth. I never expected her to show up at the Revas mansion as the long-lost heiress. I never expected her to slap me in front of everyone. And I definitely never expected Killian Dreven to claim her as his own.

She murmured, but her eyes were tracing every teeny detail on the stone. She took out her phone and zoomed in. Alexander gulped. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “Happily forever apart?” She looked up. “Huh?” He did not know what to say. He had counted on her not being interested in this. That this piece of jewellery would go into her discarded cove of expensive ornaments. “I want a divorce.” Alexander blurted out. It was now or never anyway. “Huh?” She mirrored his previous expression.

There was no sadness in his heart, only the dull weight of realization. He pulled out a check, scribbled a number, and tossed it in front of her. "Here's 30 million dollars. I'll grant you the divorce, but the shares belong to the Fuller family. Take this money and go live your life." His arrogant, condescending tone was almost laughable. Aspen smirked as she said, "Those shares don't belong to the Fuller family. They belonged to Mr. Fuller Senior. They were his inheritance to me, and you have no right to take them. Do you understand?"

"Let George be with whoever he wants. We won't accompany him any longer!" I nod, smirking. "Yeah, I won't accompany him. You're right." "I never liked the prick anyway. I love you, but never understood why you married him. So, you have my full, wholehearted blessing to dump the bastard." I go to my bag in the corner of the room, reaching in and grabbing the divorce agreement to hand over to the other woman. She takes it and skims it, rolling her dark blue eyes with distaste. "It states you leave with nothing." She returns my gaze. "Is leaving with nothing too cheap for George?"

Dickson was in a rush and didn't mince words. "Cut the nonsense!" he impatiently insisted. He believed that the family heirloom rightfully belonged to his wife, not Amelia. When Amelia heard this, she was devastated and argued that Dickson's sister had given it to her. In response, Dickson coldly asserted that the gift was intended for his wife, making it clear that he had no intentions of marrying Amelia. The revelation hit Amelia like a thunderclap, and she demanded an explanation. Dickson, after a brief pause, stated bluntly that he meant what he said. Amelia, filled with fear and disappointment, sought confirmation on whether Dickson refused to marry her. Dickson, faced with the situatio

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

She just wanted to sever all legal ties to me. The rejection stung worse than any physical wound I ever received. I spent five years building an empire to secure her future, and she walked away from it with nothing but the clothes on her back. I flipped to the last page and saw her signature signed in dark ink. Arabella Bellini. She signed the papers while she was recovering from major surgery. She planned this, and she executed it the moment she woke up.

Thiago kept silent. The clerk lowered his head and processed the divorce. Kira looked at her watch and said, “Please hurry up; I’ve got things to do.” “I see in the materials that you don’t have children. Are there any assets to be divided?” the clerk asked. Kira said, “No.” Thiago was silent. He originally wanted to give her some financial compensation, but she refused. Now she was the heiress of the Hamilton Group. The money he could give seemed more like an insult to her.