Divorced,the True Heiress Gets It All Novels & Stories

It was just slow suicide, and I'd always been too stubborn to do anything slowly. The house was still standing, mostly. That seemed like a small miracle until I realized it was standing precisely because nothing had considered it important enough to completely destroy. The creatures had passed through, taken what they wanted, or what they thought they wanted—and moved on to easier prey. My mother's scream had probably been the last thing of value in the house as far as they were concerned. I didn't bother to go and look for them, both my stepfather or mother. Some part of me already knew what I would find, and I wasn't ready to make that knowledge real.

As my eyes scanned the words, my breath hitched. It was a final property deed. My grandfather’s estate. A massive beachfront estate in the countryside, left entirely in my name. My hands shook as I looked up at Mr. Anderson, unable to form words. He smiled gently. "Your grandfather had one final condition. If you chose to continue your marriage with Alex, this estate would be rightfully yours." Tears spilled down my cheeks as the realization hit me. My grandfather had left this for me, for my future. It was his final gift, his way of ensuring I had a home, a place where I could build a new life.

she expressed in shock. It felt unbelievable, and they all rose to their feet, staring at the TV screen like toddlers watching cartoons, unable to be disturbed. "As the report reached us, we found out that the former Alda Morgan, now Alessandra Russo, was recently divorced by her husband, Tyler Harrington, and lost everything she ever had to the cold hands of her husband's divorce." "Could this be fate? The former Alda Morgan, now Alessandra Russo, who should now be a nobody, is now one of the richest women alive in the United States of America."

Slowly turning around, Nicholas met her gaze with a dazed expression. "You're finally here. After I die, Dad's inheritance will all go to you and Mom because she's his wife and you're his daughter, and my inheritance will go entirely to Ariana..." He swallowed hard, gazing up at the sky as tears welled up in his eyes. "No matter whether Ariana and I are divorced, she is still my wife and deserves to enjoy my wealth. I owe her the life of my two children, so I'll pay with my own…" he thought, as his sentence remained unfinished.

“Before we got married, I already loved someone else. I will never develop any feelings for you no matter what you do. Sign that divorce paper and I will compensate you accordingly!” Gertrude didn’t know if she would laugh or cry. Compensate her? Seriously? They both knew that she was heiress of the Jimenez Group of companies. It was not only the largest company but it was also on the verge of becoming a global business empire. So what could he give her as compensation?

If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals. He lived an absolutely miserable life. One day, the heiress' first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day. In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go. She produced the prenup he had signed and said, "You can leave, but you'll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress." Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper's daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.

“Malachi says for some reason that he still wants to be married to that girl, Antonia. Now I know Antonia hasn’t done much to us, but that’s the issue, she can’t do much. Marrying her would bring no prospects to the family, meanwhile, the lovely girl Malachi is refusing is Skye Rogers. She’s from the prestigious Rogers family. They’ve known each other since they were kids. Why doesn’t he want her?” I do not hear anything else Sienna says until she finishes, and when she does, only one thing is ringing in my head as I get up and nod to her, my tone dark as I respond. “I’ll handle it.” I find Malachi in one of the libraries in the mansion and he looks up immediately he senses he’s not alone. A

Carlos asks in his broke English and we do indeed start. Documents are exchanged, explanations and commitments are made by each side, the official translator from Spanish and English doing a hell of a good job to keep things simple and relay the details to each party. Katerina is to be the sole heir to the estate, Pedro’s accounts and businesses, except for half of the main house, a small trust fond in my name and some small piece of land that directly goes to the local school.

There was a video attached, and my hands gripped my phone tightly as I waited impatiently for it to load. “Are you okay, Clarissa?” Devan asked, noticing my mood. The video had just begun playing and in my shock, I said nothing in response but instead turned my phone towards him. He squinted for a bit as he glanced at my screen and I could see the shock on his face as he read the headlines and looked up at me. The first video was one of my presentations at the office earlier that week, but the shocker wasn't the video but the caption attached to it, which threw me off balance, revealing me as the heiress of the Montclair empire.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.