The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Revenge 소설 & 이야기

His fees were always ridiculously high but a billionaire heiress like Violet would not have to worry about that. “Send me his number, please.” Violet uttered, her voice jerking him out of his thoughts. She ended the call, and soon received an incoming message containing Damien Ashcombe’s information. It was already quite late so she could not make the appointment now. She ordered a late night dinner and went to bed, her mind completely free and light. She was divorced from her cheating spouse. She was a billionaire heiress. She had a mysterious system that was guaranteed to make her live a long and successful life in the coming apocalypse. Life was good. But first thing tomorrow, she intende

If you’ll attend her show. Of course. Of course they’d figured it out. The narrative was already forming. I could see it: Billionaire CEO’s discarded wife rises from ashes to build fashion empire. The wronged woman. The phoenix. The revenge story everyone loved. And I’d be cast as the villain. The man who threw away a diamond to chase after glass. Another text. Vivian this time. **Vivian:** *Just saw something interesting. Call me.* I called. She answered immediately.

"I told you I didn't need your money. Why did you insist on giving it to me? Look at what I'm wearing and carrying. Does anything about me say I'm short of money? It's you who..." She looked Victoria up and down, her eyes full of sympathy. "Vicky, you don't know, but my ex-husband's mother is terribly stingy. Since you're marrying into the family, keep that money for yourself, so you don't end up like me, with nothing from the divorce, not even the clothes on my back." Her tone dripped with sarcasm, each word deliberate. "Those clothes were all bought with Hale money." At that, everyone turned to Lucas, their eyes full of scorn.

The woman said and I smiled at them. "Thanks for the compliment," I said and tried to leave their side because Thelma had to spill out some secret. In fact, I doubt I will be going home tonight unless she is already asleep. "Excuse me," I said and made my way out of the hall. I unlocked my car and quickly looked up the necklace online. The website loads and the same necklace pops up. When I checked the prize, my jaw dropped. There is no way in hell that he will accept this expensive gift from Vincent when he mentions that he is having issues to solve, which will eventually involve money because it is his business.

Synopsis; Aurelia thought she had finally found love when Asher became her boyfriend. She gave him everything, even risking her life to donate part of her liver when a terrible accident left him fighting for his life. Three years later, Aurelia believed it was finally time for the one thing she had always wanted: a marriage with the man she loved. But Asher had other plans. “I can't marry you, Lia.” Those five words shattered everything she believed about their relationship. Aurelia soon discovers that the man she sacrificed everything for never truly loved her. He only substituted for his first love. Heartbroken, she returns to the family she left behind and reclaims the i

My father was climbing down the steps from the podium, his face straight and commanding, making it hard to read what could be going on in his mind. I could feel Marcus’s icy blue eyes burning into the side of my face. I didn't even need to look to know he was staring in absolute shock, his entire world tilting on its axis. The quiet wife he had discarded like a piece of old furniture, the woman he claimed didn't fit into his wealthy corporate world, wasn't a runaway from an average family. She was the sole heiress to the Mariel Group… the very empire that could crush his entire corporate life, his penthouse, and his precious reputation with a single phone call.

“I don’t have the power to take revenge… I can’t even afford a lawyer to fight for me…” “I already told you,” he stepped closer, his voice steady. “I have the power.” He stretched his hand toward me. “Join hands with me. Together, we can burn their world down. You’ll get everything you lost back… and make Ethan and Lila beg for mercy.” “By marrying you…” I said slowly. “For just one year,” he replied. “After your revenge is done, you walk away.” I stared at his outstretched hand. If I jump… Ethan and Lila win. If I live… I fight.

“Little did I know that Desmond was in for my money and never loved me.” “ After we got married, my father reluctantly gave me a few shares. Not long after, my mother died in a car crash and the shock pushed my father into a coma. He never woke up.” “Suddenly the mansion felt empty, accounts frozen, the calls stopped and everything that was once mine was gone.” “I did everything in secret to elevate Desmond through my design skills but instead of a reward, I got a divorce, betrayal, and nearly died. My third wedding anniversary was the night everything went wrong in my life because I found out the truth and wanted to fight back.”

But free. What would he do now? Where would he go? Nyla pressed her palm against the cool glass. She had taken everything from him. His company. His reputation. His wife. His future. Was that enough? Or would Eric want more? Would he want revenge? Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Nyla pulled it out absently, expecting a congratulatory text from someone who could not make the dinner. Unknown number. She opened it. "Congratulations on your divorce. But don't celebrate too long. Eric left the courthouse and withdrew all the money from a secret account you didn't know about. $2 million. He's planning something. Be careful."

He disappeared into his office and closed the door before Vivian could respond. She stood in the foyer, alone, wearing a dress she'd spent four hundred dollars on for an event she could no longer attend. The baby kicked again, as if mocking her. Vivian slowly climbed back upstairs, each step reminding her how uncomfortable she was. She changed into loose pajamas and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She'd planned everything so carefully. Identified Marcus as the perfect target, someone wealthy and successful but emotionally unavailable enough to be manipulated. She'd positioned herself in his life, made herself indispensable, played the role