The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Revenge Novelas e Histórias

I am not doing this because I want our financial status to go back to the way it used to be but I guess wanting to help my father recover his business will lead to that which is why my mother is all smiles. I do not believe that money solves it all. For Fred and Brenda, this is just the beginning. I am going to make sure that they come begging me with their knees, seeking my forgiveness. What other life would a woman want other than being married to a billionaire? Not just a billionaire, but the youngest billionaire in the city? This is my revenge tactic. Fred would be shocked. Brenda would be caught unawares and I will make sure to make their life a living hell. The thought of my revenge al

From above the president of S Corporation, she saw the hope of revenge, so she agreed to marry him. Unexpectedly married for less than a year, the president died suddenly from heart disease, she became the heir of a huge fortune from him. Originally, a person with huge fortune like her could live comfortably abroad for the rest of her life, but she gave up that path and chose another path, which is revenge. She stubbornly believed that, if Brendon Levi hadn't harmed her father, Daniel Cruz, in prison that year, she would not have lost her parents, nor would it have led to the tragic events she had to go through. So a complete revenge plan was formed in her heart. This time she became the mas

"I've never seen that version of you before! Fierce, unwilling to back down and never letting your enemies go Scot free! I love that spirit, Bianca!" As Phil said this, I smiled at his words but all of a sudden, Phil’s expression shifted. From proud expression to confusion. Immediately, He took the phone from me and scoffed. “But isn’t this a little bit weird, Bianca?” I turned to him. “What is that? I mean, what’s weird?” “Zoey Raven!” Phil replied. “Isn’t it weird that someone like her—with a heiress title—would go to the extent of stealing from the man she claims to love? And not just that, but selling what she stole from him for fifty million dollars?”

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

I had no idea how long we kept going, but long enough for me to know I won't walk straight for the next few days. I sat very still; the cold creeping over my skin as the realization sank in. Did I take advantage of a man? Not just any man—but I just had to go for someone who could afford the penthouse of one of the most expensive hotels in the world. And he didn’t seem like someone who forgave easily. One wrong move, he could ruin me with the snap of his fingers. My heart leaped into my throat. I couldn't let myself be caught up with this, especially when my divorce with Nathaniel was coming up. I needed to leave!

There was so much hatred in her eyes and I wondered…how long exactly has it been there, had I been blind to how she feels? “I am glad you finally got a glimpse of how I felt my whole life. I mean…we are twins. Who got seventy percent of the family’s fortune?” I scoffed. We have been over this several times and I am not shocked that she was bringing it up even now. “Is that what this is? Sleep with my fiance so you can get revenge on me? So can you make me feel your pain?” If yes, then she had succeeded…kudos to her. The laugh that followed was bitter and so cold that it sent shivers down my spine.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

“Grandfather asked me to come back, so I did. It was his dying wish and I had to respect that.” Her mouth forms into a sneer as she chuckles, “Well he’s not dead yet so don’t count on it so easily. I heard you frolicked about while you were gone, wearing disgraceful outfits and hanging around strange men.” I smile, “A divorced woman is a free woman. I have only my name to sully. And if I choose to hang around strange men, so be it. They treat me better than your son ever did.” Sienna smirks, “That’s because they don’t see you’re a worthless thing, to be treated anyhow we see fit. Malachi knows your worth. He treated you exactly how you deserved.”

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

“Get ready to watch the history of your life rewritten, sweetheart. Starring you, in the role of a lifetime.” The TV flared on. My eyes locked on the screen, unblinking, as if looking away might make the air vanish from my lungs. A polished voice filled the room. “... Following the tragic death of billionaire Roland Holt, his only child, Adrielle Holt, is said to have suffered a severe mental breakdown. She is currently recovering in a rehabilitation center, where her devoted husband, Valen Donald, remains by her side...” My head whipped toward him, then back to the screen. “Rehab? Mental collapse?” My voice broke, high and desperate.