Divorced,the True Heiress Gets It All Novels & Stories

What right do you have to take it all away? Carissa sneered. "How were you a general if you didn't understand the law? No wonder you were dismissed. I was granted a divorce by the king, so naturally, I was entitled to take my entire dowry. I even have the right to reclaim the portion the Warren family spent, but I haven't pressed them about it. Is that it? Did you come here today hoping I would retrieve that money?

she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.

She glanced at Steven with a complicated gaze. “You even managed to check this?” “Of course. If I can’t even do this, how can I work for Mr. Ferguson?” Steven charged an exorbitant lawyer’s fee, so he naturally had to provide the best services. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’ve reassured Derek to handle the divorce first. This case will be discussed after the divorce.” “After the divorce, he can claim compensation openly, right?” Selena lowered her eyes. She was unreconciled because she did nothing wrong, yet she had to pay $30 million for a failed marriage.

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

She was so dedicated to upholding her family's reputation, and now that there is talk of her divorce, she appears to be celebrating it. As I pace back and forth in my mansion, my mind is consumed with the fear of losing everything, especially this grand estate. She has demanded in the deed that she wishes to claim ownership of the mansion, leaving me with no choice but to comply. My original plan was to strip her of all her inherited property, passed down to her by her parents. However, the tables have turned, and now I find myself facing the consequences of my actions.

His voice is soft but commanding, carrying the strength I’ve missed so much. “I’m divorced,” I tell him solemnly, my throat tight with emotion. The admission feels heavier than I expected, as though saying it out loud makes it more real. “Did you finally see the true face of that man?” he asks, his tone calm but sharp. I don’t respond. Instead, I let out a quiet sob, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once. “Return home to the palace, my princess,” my father orders.

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.

"Public divorce records confirm the finalized separation from you was processed three days ago. The timeline lines up exactly with the article." I stared at him. "Say that again." I said. "The timeline lines up." He repeated, slower this time, I might have missed something in the wording. "She was already Hart Global's heir before any of this happened. The company filing yesterday just made it official." I stood up from my desk and walked toward the window, needing the distance, needing something else to look at besides that photograph sitting on my desk with her face captured, calm and untouched by whatever storm apparently been building around her for years.

A surrogacy would've done the trick. [Who said she's barren? You all might not know but the wife of Pierce Verlice is Queenie Knight and just last year she and a set of triplets!] The man was still struggling with the fact his ex was the daughter of a rich man. What was even more fascinating was the fact she was the only daughter and as such should have a lot of properties, right? They divorced last year wasn't she supposed to give him fifty percent of her properties? The man's eyes shone with greed as soon as he thought of that.

“Isn’t it?” “No. She does get a part but the other he has written it off to you, his wife.” My eyes were wide like saucers. “I don’t want his money.” Why don’t they get it that I want him not his money or property and I wasn’t his wife anymore, his lawyer should know that. “well looks like you are getting it. And a share of all his properties all over the world.” I saw Stella’s eyes widen. “He renewed his will four months back.” Which means after our divorce, this just keeps getting confusing. “And he wants his wife to get everything.”