Divorced,the True Heiress Gets It All Novels & Stories

"Miss Stewart, tell us about the circumstances under which you lost your inheritance." I took a deep breath. "When my parents passed away, Peter and I just got married. As my husband, he had access to my legal documents. I trusted him. I signed papers that I believed were for business transactions, not knowing that he had tricked me into signing over my inheritance." I glanced at Peter, whose face remained unreadable. "I later discovered the truth, and when I confronted him, he—" I swallowed hard. "He gave me a divorced letter instead and chased me out of the house. He made sure I disappeared so he could keep everything."

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

He couldn’t even be properly mad at her claim. He hated that she still had an effect on him as she strode in, even when he knew she was out to draw blood. He hated that she knew the truth and was playing with him like she didn’t know. He loathed that she was saying that she and Malcolm were still married. The courtroom roared in more shock, the faces of everyone including the judges twisting, as the words ‘married’ and ‘divorced’ shot through the crowd like sparks. ‘The Meyer heir, Malcolm, married Zoe, the former heiress of ANCLAIR and the owner of ZOELVA? They are divorced? And no one knew? They were not just business partners?!’

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

I broke down in their arms, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once. They said nothing at first, just held me, their hands gentle as they rubbed my back. My mother whispered in a soft voice, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.” I could barely speak through my sobs, but when I could, I said, “I’m divorced. Quinn... he’s back with his ex now. He doesn’t want me anymore.” My father’s face darkened. “That bastard.” My mother’s lips pressed together in a thin line. “We’ll take care of it, Vanessa. Don’t worry. We’ll make him pay for this.”

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

That heir was the only thing he truly cared about; once he secured his father’s company, the divorce would follow. His eyes, stormy and unreadable, flicked toward Navie as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. She looked fragile, broken but then he felt a pang of concern. He looked away instantly. She’s just carrying the heir. That’s all that matters. Not her feelings. Not her pain. She means nothing to me. He shifted, uncomfortable with her sorrow, and thought of the business meeting he had in the next twenty minutes and the he would leave. Perfect.

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

#Heiress Chloe Davenier Proudly Rejects Billionaire Marriage Deal—Westvale Playboy Diego Publicly Dumped! Esther gave a cold smile, then tapped open the message. The comments caught her eye immediately… [So she really is a true heiress. That kind of boldness is on a whole different level. So what if it’s the Westvale family? Even if it’s the richest family, if you don’t like it, the engagement can be broken off without delay!] [A true heiress is always so domineering. If it were that adopted daughter instead, she’d be stuck and couldn’t break off the engagement no matter what!]

“Excuse me?” “There is nothing to be excused about, Bianca!" Zoey shot back immediately. "You’re just not getting all the facts straight, which is exactly why you’re so oblivious to the truth. Year after year, that seat has always been reserved for only one person—the Sole Heiress of the luxurious Harrington family, owners of ABC Companies!” Zoey’s voice dripped with mockery as she continued. “Do you actually think you stand a chance of sitting there? Or maybe because your last name is HARRINGTON, you believe you’re the heiress the whole world has been searching for?”