Novel & Cerita Retribution Of The Divorced Heiress

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

I questioned him, trying to put the pieces together. But then I remembered Gina and my heart ached. She must be the one who instigated this. She was back, and getting Damon to divorce me was what she had always wanted. She knew that according to the principles of my family, if my marriage with Damon ended, I would lose everything including my position as the heiress and be tossed aside because none of us was allowed to fail in our marriage, in order not to taint the perfect, successful marriages of my family's history.

she states, her eyes sparkling with indignation. I stare at her for a few moments and nod, my voice trapped in my throat. “Yes, I want revenge… but not that way. I want to make them die slowly, toy with them, and, most especially, make Kyle regret divorcing me so much that he would want me back.”. Mrs. Janet chuckles lightly. “I love that. Let’s begin. And that starts with transforming you into a Barbie that no man can walk by without dropping saliva!”

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.

Her father had used her and I was also using her to get to her father but it doesn’t seem like he’d care, even if I’d take her life as long as his name and company is held up high, he wouldn’t mind. Very disgusting man. "Divorce me," she whispered, looking up at me with those big, wounded eyes. "If it's my body you want, take it then let me go. I know you don't need my money, you have more than I could ever offer." The pain in her voice nearly brought me to my knees. Because she was wrong, very wrong . It wasn't her body I wanted. Not just that, anyway. It was everything and more, I wanted heer fire, the way she stood up to me when no one else dared.

"We initiate Project Emberfall. You’ll have full eyes and ears in all their divisions by the end of next week. And the leak we prepared—" "Time it with the Cross-SilverTech deal. Let the stock plummet before he even knows what hit him." Vivian grinned again. "It’s good to have you back." I didn’t smile. Not really. Just the barest twitch at the corner of my lips. "I was never gone. Just hiding." And it was true. And now, I was back for revenge and God so helps anyone who dares to stop me. I will serve my revenge cold and force it down their throats.

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