The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Revenge Novels & Stories

Thiago kept silent. The clerk lowered his head and processed the divorce. Kira looked at her watch and said, “Please hurry up; I’ve got things to do.” “I see in the materials that you don’t have children. Are there any assets to be divided?” the clerk asked. Kira said, “No.” Thiago was silent. He originally wanted to give her some financial compensation, but she refused. Now she was the heiress of the Hamilton Group. The money he could give seemed more like an insult to her.

"Did that woman bully you? She did, didn't she, that's why she thought she could get away with treating you like that!" "I don't think she even recognized me," I snort, shaking my head. "I wasn't exactly wearing million dollar jewelry or gowns during the time I was married to George." "Well you should've," he insists, upset on my behalf. "I'll throw her and anyone who came with her out. No one treats you like that. I'll sue them for more than a fifty million necklace." "No, it's all right dad, I can take care of her. I'm no longer just her brother's housewife. I'm a Reina."

She could feel the amount of blood she was losing… No one was around in the parking garage and no she could feel herself dying… She closed her eyes to await her faith… As the blood flowed from her face she prayed to God he keep her alive long enough to seek her revenge on those bastards…. As she laid on the ground her eyes closed as scummed to the pain.. Two months before… Jae Long was a very pretty heiress… Max and Asia Long were her parents and they were known as the famous CEO Couple.. Max was actually her brother but he saved her from her awful step mother… Asia later found out her parents were Royal… This turned her into an instant princess… Jae loved her grandfather George & grandmothe

"I stumbled upon the divorce papers you sign and since I'm the one who broke the marriage first, I'll compensate your loss —I should act humane since that's the last help I can offer you." Lisa scoffed, nothing but irritation in her voice. "I see you have a decent way of comforting yourself for losing a gem over. Have you start sulking for losing a rare gem like me?" She taunted, a sly smile tugging at the corner her lips. Alex rolled his eyes at her choice of words. "You wish!" He muffled out. "Well, send in your account details, woman. Let me show you the kindness you'll never dream of happening to you in years to come by compensating you with a sum of fifty million dollars."

“Because Ethan’s email scared me. He chose right. Finally chose right. And I realized I’m doing the same thing. Choosing money over doing right. Betraying people who showed me kindness. Becoming exactly who I was trying not to be.” Lucian leans forward. “What does Vanessa want? What’s her endgame?” “Revenge. She wants to destroy Ariana. Destroy your happiness. Prove that the perfect life you’ve built is fragile. Breakable. False.” “She’s supposed to be in Portland under probation. Under supervision. How is she funding this?” “Family money. Her trust fund. It wasn’t touched by the legal settlements. She still has access. Millions. And she’s using it to hire people. Pay informants. Build a cas

"My baby will not be born into poverty. I didn't leave my life to be the wife of a bankrupt loser. If you want this child, if you want me, you better find a way to crush whoever is stealing our business." She grabbed her belly, a sudden wince of pain crossing her face. "Oh... he’s kicking. He’s stressed because you’re stressing me. Are you happy now? You’re hurting your own son!" She stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door so hard a vase on the console fell. I stood in the dark living room, the silence of the penthouse feeling like a tomb again. I looked at the folder the investigator had given me. The Hale Estate. I needed that land. I needed that wine. And I needed the woman running it

Margaret stood in the office doorway in cream and pearls, not a hair out of place, the housekeeper hovering behind her with an empty garment bag folded over one arm. "You have a key," I said. "I have every key. It's my son's house." "It was my house too." "Was." She stepped inside, running one gloved finger along the desk, checking it for dust that wasn't there. "I'll make this simple, since you seem to struggle with it. The clothes stay. The jewelry stays. All of it." "The clothes are mine." "The clothes were bought with Blackwood money." "I earned that money." My voice climbed and I hated it. "I worked for that money, I ran his household, I hosted your dinners, I smiled at people I couldn'

“We failed you. We will spend the rest of our lives making it right. The Rossi Empire is yours now. Shipping ports in twelve countries, tech investments, luxury real estate, and private equity funds worth over twelve billion. You will never want for anything again. Whatever you want to run, destroy, or build, it is yours.” Twelve billion! The number refused to settle in my head. I kept seeing Carla’s face as she shoved me toward the living room where her friends waited with hungry eyes. “Smile pretty, you ungrateful bitch, or I’ll make sure they take what they want anyway.” I had bitten one of them and ended up beaten terribly. Now these strangers were offering me billions like it was pocket

Long, liquid, and undeniably dramatic. I stared at it in horror and admiration. Then I looked up. “Are you trying to marry me off to your enemies or to the world’s wealthiest widow collection?” His gaze flicked to the dress. “It suits you.” “It looks like it was made for a queen with excellent revenge plans.” “That’s what I thought.” I narrowed my eyes. “That was not a normal thing to say.” “No one ever accused me of being normal.” I muttered under my breath, “That much is painfully obvious.”

He confirmed she was indeed the one and told me she was wasted in a bar. "Good. Don't scare her away. Just text me the location and I'll be there," I instructed and he did as I said. On my arrival at the bar, I spotted her at a corner, downing shots of tequila and I decided to act real quick. I whisked her out of the bar without being noticed and managed to get her to my mansion. She looked like a stack of bones when we got back and I wondered why Damon Rein's precious daughter looked like someone who just escaped asylum. Compared to what the media outlets described, this lady in me bed was the exact opposite.