Romans & histoires Retribution Of The Divorced Heiress

She was going to sign the divorce papers and this had to be the best thing that happened to her for a long time. *** The pen was heavier than it should have been. Not because Isla Mercer's hand was trembling, it wasn't. Not because she was second-guessing anything, she wasn't. The pen was heavy because it was a Mont Blanc, and Darian Blackwell could not own a simple Bic like a normal human being. "Page four requires initials, not a full signature." The lawyer, Mr. Holt, grey suit, forgettable tie, slid the document half an inch closer to her side of the table, as if she hadn't already read every single page three times the night before.

The girl looking back at me was different. “No more naïve Mrs.,” I said quietly. “I’m the heiress of the Avila Cooperative.” “And I win.” Pain burned behind my eyes. Betrayal by love. Betrayal by proximity. At least Dad still had someone loyal. Mr Peter. I didn’t. I opened my drawer and took out my red lipstick. One by one, I cut out the men in suits from the photos. I pasted their faces onto the mirror. Under each face, I wrote:

It was a very thoroughly crafted scheme, the perfect retaliation for the perceived injustice her mom had suffered at the hands of the Danvers. She was going to force the Danvers to give up everything they owned. And the thought of talking away the empire from the Danvers family brought a sinister smile to Emily's face. To her, It was more than just a material conquest, it was a symbolic triumph over the family that had cast her mother aside, disregarded her when she really needed them. The power and prestige associated with the Danvers empire would be a crushing blow to them, a calculated retribution for the pain they had caused.

“The b*stard’s mother and sister are even thinking of getting him and Liberty to remarry. Liberty isn’t that stupid. Why will she jump into the same trap after barely escaping from it? They’re just feeling regret because her life improved after the divorce. “Although the mistress got married to the b*stard and became his wife, she never gave birth to a child. She was pregnant, but the baby was lost after she had a fall. It’s retribution. I’ve always heard that what goes around comes around and that it’s just a matter of time. “I used to think it was merely a saying. If retribution existed, there wouldn’t be so many people doing bad things. However, I believed in the saying after seeing how t

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

She had been born into money but had not simply inherited her position, she had built Salvators Enterprises up from a mid-sized family property firm into a big empire that covered real estate, media, and emerging technology. She had been alone her whole life too. Vivian Salvatore had resources,and a reputation built on being underestimated and then devastating people who had made that mistake. She had been silenced before she could finish what she had started. I was going to finish it for both of us. The morning I was discharged, I stood in the hospital bathroom and looked at her reflection for a long time. I looked at her and she looked at me and somewhere in the space between us, Sandra R

"Where have you been, Rebecca? I’ve been trying to reach you. Where is Anna’s chicken soup?" I crossed my arms over my chest and nudged toward the table. "Sign it," I ordered calmly. Felix’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering between me and the envelope. "What the fuck is this?" I arched a brow, voice calm. "It’s a divorce agreement." Silence. I let out a slow breath, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I’m taking back my inheritance." I met his gaze, my next words sinking into the room like a blade.

She's even more guarded now that her family betrayed her and her late mother. As she thought about the cause of her and her late mother's deaths, rage bubbled within her once again, and she wished for her father, his wife, and their two children's deaths. {The hostess shouldn't be in haste; you will have plenty of opportunities to take revenge on your enemies. As for what I want, through helping you, I will be able to level up and get more access to the information that my creator left behind for me while also ranking up amongst other systems.} The system explained calmly.