The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Revenge の小説・ストーリー

This unresolved case from the past had overtaken everything else, igniting a fire of curiosity and fury he could no longer restrain. Axton sped toward a middle-class residential area on the outskirts of the city. The place where the mother of his former secretary—and former mistress—lived. Axton’s relationship with Moreen had long since fallen apart, especially after the incident several months ago when Axton had nearly died. When he was at his lowest point and completely bankrupt, Moreen had heartlessly abandoned him, distancing herself as though Axton were disgusting trash. Yet after he managed to rise again, reclaim his position, and now lead Laga Group with far greater power, Moreen sudd

However, I gave myself permission to be vulnerable tonight—to feel sorrow for the lost innocence and the broken trust. With the first tremor of resolution building in my breast, I muttered into the silence as Ethan's words reverberated over the Hamptons: "They will see the real truth.” My heart was still racing after Ethan's big announcement the previous evening, and I was already wide awake as the sun rose over the Atlantic that morning. His charges were widely publicized in the media across Manhattan; one headline read, "Corporate Conspiracy," while another read, "Heiress Exposed." But now, in the seclusion of the Hamptons, at Diana's country house, I had to confront a far more intimate re

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

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

"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.”