Novel & Cerita Retribution Of The Divorced Heiress

She had been there at the beginning, holding my hand when Merald handed me those divorce papers, encouraging me to fight when I wanted to give up, and all along, she had been working for the enemy. "It doesn't make sense," I said, shaking my head. "Why would she do this?" Elais shifted in his seat, his voice careful. "My uncle has leverage on her, something from her past that she doesn't want anyone to know. He's been using it to control her for years." "What kind of leverage?" "I don't know the details. But whatever it is, it's enough to make her betray everyone she loves." Merald put his hand on my shoulder, his voice soft. "This isn't your fault, Debbie."

Now his foundations trembled, and the man who once believed himself a king was now being reduced to firefighting whispers. And Clarissa… My mouth curved into a smile I didn’t bother to suppress. She was the most exquisite part of it all, not because she was weak, but because she was strong enough to understand exactly what she was losing. She was trapped, hemmed in by love, by pregnancy, by a conscience that made her predictable. Every path she might take led to me. She knew it. Devan knew it too, even if he refused to admit it aloud. This was no longer about revenge. Revenge was crude and small. This was about control, about reshaping the world so thoroughly that resistance became unthinkab

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

Summer asked one question after another in a composed manner. Then, she looked at Daniel. "Sir, as you know, my grandfather has announced that I'm the heiress to Hartford Group. I have reason to believe that this smear campaign is linked to those who have long been slandering our company and family. This must be thoroughly investigated." In reality, Snow had stirred up trouble simply out of jealousy.

"Victor! Tell me what he said!" "He said she belongs in the headlines " Victor choked out a sob escaping his lips as his shoulders slumped. He looked down at me his eyes wide and hollow. "He said a blood-line heir to the name shouldn't be hidden away in a mansion. He said he is coming back to the country to claim what is his. He wants my daughter, Rita. He wants to take her and use her to rebuild his position on the board. He wants to turn her into a piece of property just like he did to me when I was a boy."

“I’m not going to ask tonight why you divorced him, but I will eventually know that your separation wasn’t amicable. That man didn’t even have the decency to face us and bring you back.” “You were right, and I was wrong all along. I’m sorry for everything.” Her parents fell silent. It was either she marry Julian or lose everything. It didn’t sound so bad at first because she could start over if that was what was needed. Even if she had no connections with banks or no one would hire her at another company. She was Kya Byrn—beautiful, intelligent, resourceful, and street-smart. There was nothing she couldn’t do as long as she focused on what is in front of her. But if she was going to be disow

Cash, was tactful enough to retreat. There was silence in the air. The old master remained quiet for a long time. After a while, he said solemnly, “We’ve always drawn a clear line in our line of business. Businesspeople like her earn clean money while we make dirty money. Both sides will never cross the line. Yvette is the heiress of Quimbey Corporation and Lance Sheldon’s wife. You’ve now offended two affluent families at once. Do you know what this entails?” The old man sounded wise, cold, and inexplicably angry.

"I will call your friends now." "Thank you," Athena said as the nurse left her room, and she let out a sigh of relief. When the doctor asked if she remembered anything, she had to lie because she didn't know if she could trust them. She remembered everything, from when she climbed up to the roof, the argument between her and Dylan, and him pushing her off the roof when things got physical. A frown formed on her face as she remembered her dream. Her promise to get revenge played in her head, those who hurt her were going to pay dearly; she was going to make them all beg for mercy.

She lay on the bed, frail and fragile, yet her lips answered with cold and harsh words, “Sean Jackson, do you remember what you told me when I was pregnant with Liam’s child? When I begged you? And what did you say to Estelle when she begged you to spare her child? Do you still remember?” He remembered. He remembered it all, but he didn’t dare speak. She slowly closed her eyes. “Retribution. Heaven never fails to repay a crime.” Edward knelt before the bed, staring at her dazedly. After a long pause, he suddenly asked her in a quiet voice, “Take my life in exchange for the child’s. Will that do?” As she slowly closed her eyes, the corners of her eyes moistened. After a momentary silence, she

I was prepared to fight when the battle lines were established today. Sophia Lancaster Reid, a woman who would not be shattered by betrayal, who would stand up for her own truth, and who would assert her right to love, rather than the protected heiress I had been or the broken barista I had attempted to become.