La Heredera Divorciada Novels & Stories

Enough to leave your husband, huh? I didn't have an opinion of the Reinas before. It wasn't as if I knew them personally. Big names, big businesses, big public figures, but private people. It wouldn't be strange if they were a family with their fair share of dirty secrets, like a secret relationship. Is that what's going on here? Is that why Ella wanted a divorce? She found someone else, someone who would give her more attention, more things? Despite not knowing anything about Kingston Reina or even what's truly going on, right now, the thought of that man infuriates me like nothing else in my life ever has before.

Richard had just told everyone that I was the most honest person he had ever known, yet Bianca had the audacity to claim that he was lying—that I wasn't the person he believed me to be. How dare she? At that very moment, murmurs began spreading through the crowd. People turned toward Bianca, whispering among themselves as they recognized her. “Isn't that Bianca Harrington? The same woman who was married to Mr. Richard Riley—the woman he divorced?” “Yes, that's her. I heard she was thrown out of the house because of her dishonesty and because she couldn't provide a child for the heir of the Riley family.” “She actually has the guts to show her face in this house after practically becoming the

They were traitors. The memories carved wound after wound into her soul. Finally, amidst the agony, Selene took a long breath. "I must get a divorce." Her hand reached for a drawer, pulling out her mother's inheritance documents. A small plot of land outside the imperial borders, it’s her only way out. She couldn't return to the Count's house as her father had married Vivian’s mother, and ever since, Selene had been nothing but a shadow. Every luxury had fallen into Vivian’s hands, even the fiancé who should have been Selene’s.

"I'm going to have a press conference. As of what I will tell them, I plan on revealing that I am Maximus Crists only daughter. I'm going to explain the fact that I've been away for the five years to complete my education. I'm back now and it was necessary that I take over the family business." "And your husband?" Brenda asked. "The picture with the both of you at the party is everywhere. You can hardly deny that when you went missing he was the one who was searching for you."Deindre added. I calmly addressed the question."I don't plan on acknowledging him as my husband. I'm also announcing that our marriage was on the rocks, and we now I'm divorcing him." Granger cleared his throat, and spo

“ I will try to convince him to talk with you. Hopefully, you both will reach a better resolution that isn't divorce.” “ Why?” I asked, irked by how she had diverted. Maybe she's doing this in order to keep me from competing for her daughter's inheritance. “ This divorce can't be the only reason you drove from home to find me. Tell me, what else did he tell you?” I asked, my gaze landing on her even ones. “ Has he told you of the offer from Don Salvatore El? You must know by now that he considers me a more suitable heir!”

Baltazar if he saw the determination in her eyes. "Mrs. Villareal," he said again. He clasped his hands on top of his glass table before continuing. "Do you even understand what you’re saying?" She stopped herself from raising an eyebrow. Did she look like she did not understand what she wanted to happen? Her? The Lara Andrade, who graduated summa cum laude just this past month? What she wanted was really simple -- divorce her absentee and overly mysterious husband! Did she need to prove to him that she understood every letter of the word divorce? Atty. Baltazar won't ask her to define it for him, right?

“You have no right, Damian. You lost that right three years ago, the moment our house exploded with me and my mother in it, while you were off with your mistress, accusing me of things I didn’t do.” Her words hit like a punch. Straight to the chest. Lucas looked like he wanted to sink into the table. I could see the discomfort crawling up his neck, but Elena didn’t care. She was on fire, and I was the match she wanted to burn. “So don’t come here acting like you suddenly care,” she hissed. “We’re divorced. I moved on. You should too.” I didn’t even realise I’d been gripping the chair so hard until the sound of it creaking under my hand snapped me back. I set it down before I shattered it.

"I met her a few days ago. Not at a gala, and certainly not in the city. I met her at the Hale Estate." Byron’s hand paused, the cigarette halfway to his lips. "At the vineyard? What business does a woman like Vivian have with Sarah?" "She’s moved into the guest house," I said, the words feeling like an indictment. "And she didn't come alone. She brought her daughter, Skye. It turns out Bernard Schfard wasn't as childless as the public records suggested. Vivian is claiming half of everything Sarah has built. She’s challenging the inheritance, the land, and the very foundation of the Hale legacy."

"I've come to bring you home." "Home?" I let out a short, dry laugh, my eyes full of mockery. "I think you must be confused, my lord. I am no longer the Lady Regent. You and I are finished. I have a perfectly good life here in the Southlands, and I have no need of your concern." "The divorce decree was a forgery." The words tumbled out of Edric in a rush, urgent and unsteady. "Felicity imitated my handwriting. It was never my intention. I never wanted to divorce you. Never.

She couldn’t even concentrate on the words coming out of Celene’s mouth because she was still trying to process the fact that she was the heiress of the Salvatore Group. “T-this can’t be... Why is she up there? She said she’s an orphan. I’m sure of it.” Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that.