The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Revenge Novelas e Histórias

She asked as she slowly moved closer to me. “After everything you have done for me? Huh? Tell me, what exactly have you done for me apart from ruining my life?” She kept moving closer to me while I kept drawing back. “You should be grateful we are in a public place, or else this wouldn't definitely end with a slap because I am no longer the Maya you can bully and beat any way you like. I am now Ariel Roderigo, daughter of Marcus Roderigo and the new CEO of A&R Empire. So mind the way you approach me or talk to me from now on, you lowlife,” she said spitefully. Looking at me in disdain, “Wretched man,” she said and then turned away while I just looked at her in surprise with my hands on my ch

“Then what do we do, Chloe? She’s sitting in my penthouse right now, eating my food, pretending to carry my blood, while Charlie slides his hands into my secondary accounts!” Chloe stood up slowly, her gray silk blouse falling perfectly into place. She walked around the desk until she was standing just inches from him, the sharp, clean scent of her perfume cutting through his heated agitation. “We cut off her oxygen,” Chloe whispered, her eyes locked onto his. “Vanessa is a creature of luxury, Marcus. She doesn't move without a safety net, and she certainly doesn't work for free. Charlie promised her a massive payout once the divorce decree was signed and the asset split was initiated. We’re

Killian continued, leaning forward slightly, "a private trust fund containing fifty million dollars will be immediately opened in your name. Full, unrestricted legal ownership of your mother’s inheritance shares, which my legal team is already forcibly extracting from Vance Enterprises as we speak, will be restored to you. And finally, I am funding your own independent jewelry design house. You will answer to no one. Not even me. Unless you wish to.” Valerie stared at the numbers on the page, her head spinning. It was a lifeline. It was more than a lifeline—it was an empire handed to her on a silver platter. "Why would you give me all of this? What do you get out of a sexless, loveless marri

I snap, pulling my lips into a smile as I keep my eyes strained on Richard as he takes his seat between the head of finance and the head of products. Their names always seem to escape me no matter how hard I try. “Why are you holding him? We just got divorced and you are already whoring yourself out?" The harshness in his voice has me going still as my eyes go red. “At least I have the decency to wait till I am divorced. Now mind your business." I snap at him, my irritation goes higher than it normally would. What the hell is his problem? Is he perhaps jealous or something? “Just image the reputation you would cause for our company, what you would do to my nam–”

"I only care about the insurance money. She filed for divorce. If the company finds out she's divorcing me, there's no way they'll approve the claim." "Besides," his voice turned colder, "where does she think she can run to? That pathetic woman doesn't have anyone. No family. No friends. No one." He let out a bitter laugh. "She's always been weak. Useless. A burden I've had to carry for five years." "She thinks she can just walk away?" His hands clenched into fists. "Like she has a choice? I'll find her soon enough." His jaw tightened. "And when I do, she'll beg to come back."

Vivienne turned to him, her expression no longer shaken but sharpened. “Then we don’t give her the chance.” Daniel searched her face. “You have a plan?” “Not yet,” she admitted. “But I have something better.” “What?” Vivienne’s gaze hardened. “Leverage.” That night, Helena called an emergency strategy meeting. Not at the office. Not at the penthouse. But at a discreet townhouse registered under a separate foundation name. For the first time, Vivienne felt like she was stepping into something larger than revenge.

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

It hurt my feelings to see him like that but I gave a cold face instead, killing those concerns off. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaking. “I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, stepping closer. “I saved your life once. Are you really going to throw it away now?” My tears spilled over as I shook my head. “You don’t understand. I have nothing. No one. My family hates me, my ex-husband took everything, and I… I just can’t keep fighting. I'm sorry to break this to you but I am disappointed that you didn't leave me to die that time”

as if the world wasn’t burning around us. The sight of her—calm, smug, untouchable—snapped something inside me, my rage erupting like a volcano. “You did this, didn’t you?” I roared, my voice shaking with fury, my hands clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. “You fed the tabloids that bullshit about me being arrested!”She looked up, her eyes narrowing, but she didn’t flinch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice cool, dismissive, a lie so blatant it made my skin crawl.“Don’t lie to me!” I shouted, stepping closer, my chest heaving. “This is your game, Amelia! You’re trying to ruin me—get out of my house! I want a divorce, right now!”Her eyes widened, a flicker