Novel & Cerita Retribution Of The Divorced Heiress

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "I never did anything to you, Emory. I took you in as my own sister and how did you repay me? You framed me and took my husband away from me. I lost my child because of you and you think you'd ever have a chance of redemption?" She scoffed, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You think you're the only victim, Elle? You should have seen the hell you put me through when you married Sebastian. All my efforts, the tears, blood, and sweat I've put in for him, only for him to be blinded by your charms. How do you think that feels? Watching the man you've loved since childhood, the one you've spent countless nights crying yo

"Tonight proved it. He's drunk, alone, and broke. He bought a glass necklace for five million dollars. He fired his only loyal employee. He's doing a better job of ruining Lysander Thorne than we ever could." She pulled him closer. "Let him live," she whispered. "Let him live long enough to see us win. Let him live in a small apartment, watching us on the news, knowing that he threw away the architect of his empire." Cyprian watched her for a long moment. He saw the cold, strategic cruelty in her eyes—the same cruelty that had made her short the stock, the same cruelty that had made her switch the necklace. He smiled. It was a slow, dark, wicked thing.

Across town, in an office dimly lit except for the glow of monitors, Victor Hayes stood before a wall of monitors, a slow, cold smile curling his lips as his assistant handed him a folder. "Everything's ready, sir. The silent acquisitions have begun. In weeks, Noble Best won't belong to her anymore." Victor tapped the edge of the folder thoughtfully. “Perfect. Let them enjoy their little reunion. The higher they climb, the harder the fall.” He poured himself a glass of whisky and raised it slightly. “To love — the easiest thing to destroy.” Back in Isabella's apartment, the night was still, oblivious to the tempest that was silently brewing on the horizon.

It fluttered down like snowflakes in winter, turning into shreds of paper. Rebecca's heart shattered at the sight. Enraged, she shouted, "You've destroyed the dowry list! Fine, get out! You can't take anything from here, not even your clothes!" Carissa chuckled. "Do you think anyone can stop me if I decide to take something from the estate?" Rebecca seethed with anger. "You dare? If you take anything, I'll report you to the officials immediately. Barret divorced you! You can't take a single penny of the dowry!"

I asked as I bit hard on my lips, an attempt not to scream. "Because..." He averted my eyes, and I could finally breathe. But he brought them back. "Of course I want something in return. The deed to Ethan's family's ranch." With a tilted head, my eyes narrowed, as his proposal was too good to be true. A deed? "Why?" I mouthed as I felt his hot breath on my face. "Because I want it just as much as you want revenge on your ex-husband. It's going to be a simple partnership.

Jules! I managed to take another gulp before she snatched the bottle from my hand. "I get it, you're angry. I am too. I was literally going to confront the asshole when I got kidnapped too, so we're on the same page, but are we going to do it? All your inheritance has been passed down to him. The company is basically his now. The world believes he's the best husband and father out there." "Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal."

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

"Fine. Let's test that theory. If you care so much about me, if you see me as your daughter and not just an inconvenience, then give me what's mine." "What are you talking about?" "The company shares. The thirty percent that Grandma left to me. I want them." The room went silent. Charlotte's hand flew to her mouth. Chase looked like I'd asked him to cut off his own arm. "Absolutely not." His voice was deadly quiet. "Why not? They're mine. Grandma left them to me in her will." "The company has nothing to do with you!" "The company was Grandma's!" I raised my voice to match his. "She built it from nothing. Those shares are my inheritance. I'm not asking for a favor—I'm taking back what's alrea

She silently yet firmly spoke the word while staring directly into his eyes. “I came back to take my revenge, Rayan. I'm here to destroy you and your so-called family. I'm here to make every single one of you pay what you guys owe me. My father, my child, and my life. I came back to collect my debts, Mr. Rayan Allen.” Anthea’s blue eyes glinted under the moonlight, reflecting her underlying desire for revenge as she calmly yet boldly informed him of her motive without any fear. She wasn't someone who would cower down in front of her enemy. Even if the enemy happened to be her ex-husband for whom her heart still raced.