Retribution Of The Divorced Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 19 The Trap Retribution had a meeting with a peculiar, but rich client who wanted nothing more than proof whether or not her husband was cheating on her. She said that if he were, she could divorce him and retain her honor, along with all of her family wealth, but if not she would never doubt him again. This fine lady had told Retribution how to find her husband, where he would be, and what he always wore when he claimed to be going to the military meetings where she suspected his fidelity. It was in the town just across the border, it would only take a few hours to get there if she took a horse.

Book Name: THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY. She was the lucky wife everyone envied. Until her billionaire husband announced their divorce on stage—with his mistress and her own daughter standing beside him. Elsie Vale spent seven years playing the perfect wife believing in her marriage even when everyone warned her she was nothing but a placeholder. Now with nothing but a signed divorce paper and a broken heart Elsie returns home to grandfather only to discover he has conditions of his own. He'll give her back her fortune and name but only if she marries the man she left behind seven years ago.

The head maid helped me bathe and feed Maya before settling her down for the night. I stepped out of the bathroom, my entire body aching. I sat at the makeup table and stared at the divorce papers. “This is really happening.” I exhaled shakily, picking up the pen. Its tip hovered over the space where I needed to sign. For years, I'd worked as a sales manager while depending entirely on Dylan. I'd never once sat down to ask myself what I truly wanted from life beyond my marriage. My fingers tightened around the pen. Valentino was offering me the chance to decide what my future would look like, and I intended to make the most of it without a single regret.

“Stay. Away. From. My. Wife.” “Wife?” He laughed. “She’s your widow now, if you could even call her that. I’m sure her father will happily marry her off to me now that she’s been used.” He pulled Retribution from his belt. “She’s a bit too spirited, though. I’ll have to beat that out of her. After I get rid of your spawn, of course. I can’t have weakness in our house. Not again.” He moved toward me, and I continued to stand my ground. “She’s always been beautiful, I do have to compliment your taste. She will look lovely tied to my bed while I fill her with my new heirs.”

"She was always there. Like a shadow in the corner." Vivian gave me a sideways glance. "You still want to go through with it? Once we start, there’s no backing down." I met her eyes. "He burned me alive, Viv. He left me to die. Lied to the world about my mental state. Made a mockery of my name. And now he gets to play house with the woman he betrayed me for?" She didn’t say anything. "This isn’t just business. This is justice and revenge. Why do you think I built all this?" I asked, spreading my arms out.

The contract marriage was set to last one year—on paper, a strategic partnership, but in reality, a power move that would force Jamie to take me seriously. I dropped the paper, back on the desk and I looked at him “you added a clause” He smirked, “of course I did”. I used my fingers to move it closer to him and tapped the section that read: In the event of betrayal or failure to uphold agreed-upon terms, the contract will be nullified, and financial reparations of five billion dollars must be made to Johnny Harrington. I scoffed. “Five billion?, I offered two billion. You think highly of yourself”

He leaned back in his chair lazily, flicking the ash into a nearby tray. “So,” he said, eyes gleaming under the soft lighting, “what’s in it for me? I just show up, ruin your pretty little wedding, and disappear with you like some cheap magician? That’s no fun. What’s the reward for helping a desperate bride?” He refilled their glasses, then slowly slid one across the table toward her. “I’ll repay you,” she said quietly. He quirked a brow. “Repay me?” "I won’t let you face any losses," she added quickly, sensing his skepticism. "I’ll find a way to help. Something in return for your trouble in the future."

“She’s a stranger you forced me to share a bed with. And for what? To give you a grandson you could parade around as the next successor? You used both of us, Grandma. And I’m done with it.” Grandma’s cane thudded once on the floor. “Even if you divorce her, Everett, where do you expect her to go? She’ll be ruined socially. You think a divorced wife of a billionaire will be welcomed anywhere? She’ll be eaten alive.” “That’s not my problem!” Everett laughed and I heard the shuffle of feet as he stood up. “It is your problem,” Grandma countered. Then, after a pause, she added. “Then I’ll arrange it. She’ll go abroad to start a new life, away from all this. That way you’ll never have to see her

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.

Harry encouraged. “I will hold it as you have said, but the only thing that could reduce this disorder would be when Charles comes to the point of retreating from his deceptive attraction which will procure me the satisfaction in my curiosity to divorce him. But so far as you received my dowry from his hands, you are expected to pay him back when I divorce him,” Vivian concluded. Her tone became dry. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she felt as if a gauntlet had been thrown. She decided not to take the conversation further but to back away from it now, before it becomes a neighbourhood scandal.