The Divorced Heiress Fights Back Novels & Stories

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.

“Let them circulate whatever they want. It doesn’t matter.” A smile tugs at my lips. “On the brighter side, because of that, you’re sitting here with me. So, I consider myself a winner.” She smiles, a beautiful, genuine smile that lights up her face. “I guess you have a point.” As she takes a bite of her cake, her expression turns more serious. “What about your divorce with Chloe?” I lean back, sighing. “It’s going to be a long procedure. Chloe is suing me for half of my possessions.”

"I’m staying, Tyler. And if you try to go back to her, I’ll make sure the press hears a version of your 'divorce' that makes tonight look like a bedtime story. You wanted a woman with fire? Well, you’ve got one. Try not to get burned." She swept out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghost of the woman I’d thrown away. I looked at the empty glass and realized, with a terrifying clarity, that I had traded a diamond for a handful of broken glass.

“No, that's not it, Bianca. You have to listen to me.” “No, you listen to me!” she snapped. “Don't you dare try to play with me. Do you have any idea what I went through for you? I chased your wife out of the house, not knowing that she was the Heiress to the Salvador Group of companies, and now I don't know whether she will forget about it and come back for revenge. After that, I brought myself down and pleaded with my father to give you this contract. Now you're telling me you want to bring the company back to life before doing the needful? And you think I'm an idiot or what?” “Calm down please.”

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.

Xavier asked her in disbelief. "You heard me right, once you sell that company, I'm getting a divorce. I'm not ready to start toiling in poverty with you, so you better find a means to get your company back on its feet or get ready to sign a second divorce paper," Claudia said to Xavier before looking at him in disdain and turning to walk away. But once she turned around, she saw Justin standing on the stairs, staring at both of them. Before Xavier could utter a word, he turned around and started running to his room. "Damnit," Xavier muttered under his breath before

And then, with one effortless motion, Leif scooped her up and carried her off under the moonlight, her laughter trailing behind them like music. Back to the bridal suite. And somewhere beneath the stars, their story finally settled into peace. She had once been a jilted heiress. A shattered daughter. A forgotten name. But now— She was a wife. A mother. A survivor. And their love story was only just beginning. *** ***

His question was sudden and unexpected, knocking me out of my senses for a few seconds. "What the hell?" I yelled in his face. "Do you fuck him? Is Chase Sinclair your lover? How dare you disgrace the Valentino empire by skanking around with Chase fucking Sinclair, my fucking nemesis?"" "How is that any of your business? So what if I was fucking him? It's my business to know and none of yours. And the Valentino empire will go on just fine with or without my affair because you, dear husband, value your fucking empire above everyone and everything else" I retorted.

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