Retribution Of The Divorced Heiress Novels & Stories

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.

"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 scrubbed his floors. I endured his mother's cruelty. I became invisible for a man who could not even remember our anniversary. Three years I gave him. Three years I hid who I really was because I thought love mattered more than power or money or my own name. But when I found him with her, when I saw the divorce papers were just a joke to him, when he told me I had nowhere to go and nothing to my name, something inside me broke. Or maybe it finally woke up. I am Elena Hartley. Heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Licensed pilot. Award-winning actress. Renowned pianist. And now, CEO of the company my ex-husband has been desperately begging for investment. He thought I was nobody. His fam

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, grateful for the interruption even before I knew what it was. A maid walked up to us, her steps careful, her eyes lowered. "Ma'am, a package for you." She handed me a sleek black box. "Thank you," I replied. Corin's eyes glared at the package the entire time, and the moment the maid stepped away he took it from my hands. "What is this?" he asked. "A payment," I replied without a trace of guilt. Why should I feel guilty? I wasn't even lying. Callan had ruined my phone, and now he was paying me back. Technically, I thought, it's the truth.

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.

"Look at that. They're already talking about book deals. Movie rights. This story has everything. Betrayal, stolen dreams, a brilliant woman's fight for justice." I watched Allen's arrest photo flash across the screen. I felt nothing but a strange, yawning emptiness where satisfaction should have been. Margaret's voice softened slightly as she settled beside me on our familiar sofa. "Revenge is a dish best served cold, darling. How does it taste?"

“Let go of me, William Nash!” Liam paused in a secluded area at the backstage, anger bubbling in his chest. “Give back the necklace.” “Huh?” “You're in this together with Andrew Woods, aren't you?” Liam threw daggers at her. “Stop thinking too far…” Haley held the necklace protectively, returning his glare. “I bought it with my own money! What are you waiting for? Why haven't you signed the divorce yet?” Divorce, Divorce. Was she crazy? Taking in a deep breath, Liam bottled in his anger. “I'll let you go this time for trying to seek my attention in this silly way. Just give back the necklace-”

] “How dare you turn the tables, Cain? It was you who started this!” [Can you just grow up? You’re just doing this to get even with me. You want to hurt my pride because you didn’t succeed in making me fall in love with you. It was all just your pride, Brianna. Grow up and think about our family’s reputation. This is a big scandal. This will bring us down.] I balled my fists. “How dare you use my family!” [Fine! If you really want divorce, come to my house and let’s talk.]

She asked sharply. I pursed my lips. Ailina continued to say, “You used my mother’s things. In this life, you relied on my mother’s money to live comfortably. But you found a mistress outside. Did my mother question you about this? Your thought yourself lacked of dignity of a man. Now you have a dignity in front of Susan. What do you think dignity comes from?” I choked, unable to say a word for a long time. “If you want to return home, you have to divorce Susan. Or never think of going back.” She gave an ultimatum.