The Divorced Heiress Fights Back Novels & Stories

Brandon was in love with another; Kate, and everyone knew it but she didn't care. Especially after she had rejected him in public several times. "I'll make him love me. I'll help him heal his broken heart" She would say to herself since she was told she would be his wife. The two companies started to face BRA problems and both fathers suggested Brandon and Amara get married to unite the power. Amara was so happy when she received the news not knowing what the future had in store for her. Her mother trained her and made sure she was a perfect heiress and wife. Amara was taught to never argue in public or talk back when her husband was speaking. She was taught that a perfect lady doesn't cry i

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

Despite its staggering price, she expressed her desire to own the one-of-a-kind piece, solidifying the brand’s prestige on an international scale. The world had finally witnessed her debut, and it was clear that Elena Walker was a force to be reckoned with. Her victory not only solidified her position in the business world but also sent a powerful message that she, Elena Walker, was not a pawn to be played, but a queen who moved the board herself. However, as one empire rose, another crumbled. Lucas Evans had kept his word. The slow and calculated revenge he promised had begun. And it started with a wound the Elliots thought had been buried and forgotten.

His grip was tight, anger radiating off him. I yanked my hand free, taking a step back to avoid him. My eyes moved to her—the woman in the strapless dress who was supposed to be marrying the man who’d destroyed me. She met my gaze with a smug smile, like she didn’t have a care in the world, like nothing I could say or do would crack her perfect little world. It only made me angrier. Turning toward the crowd, I let my voice carry as I swung my gaze back to Roy. “Did you think you could knock me up and then marry another bitch?”

Landen simply turned off the phone. Darlene squeezed the hem of her dress. "You're bad, Landen. That really hurt," she said as she wiped a spot of blood from her lip. Once at Landen's mansion, Darlene went straight to her room, ignoring the scowls of the servants. After scratching her signature, she left the mansion with nothing. *** "She can't be serious about getting a divorce." Landen's voice was sharp, his hand throwing the divorce papers on the table. Just five minutes ago, Theo - his secretary - returned from dropping Olivia off at her apartment. He was carrying a small package containing the divorce papers.

Outside, the estate grounds were still and pale, the old trees bare, the morning barely started. She was not obligated. She knew this. Ashford Global was not a Montague holding. Roman was not her family. The divorce papers had been signed and filed and finalized. She could watch the next seventy-two hours from exactly where she was sitting, and no one in any room could tell her she had done anything wrong. Dante knew this, too. He sat across from her and waited and did not push either direction.

I moved to the backseat, Gio still held on to me, and the door slammed shut on the feeding frenzy outside. "What the hell was that?" My voice shook. "That...." Georgina said calmly as the car pulled away. "Was your new reality. You're not invisible anymore, Hailey. You're a billionaire. The sole heiress to one of the largest empires in the country. Everyone wants a piece." I looked down at Gio. His face still pressed against my shoulder, his small body trembling. Five years of keeping him save, of keep us invisible, gone in thirty seconds. "Those pictures they took of him." Georgina's expression was grim. "They'll be everywhere by tonight."

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

she asked, though the words felt like ash in her mouth. ​"It’s your freedom, Elena. And mine." Grant leaned over the table, his eyes cold. "Evelyn is back from Paris. She’s elegant, she’s brilliant, and she’s carrying my heir. I can’t have a woman like you a girl with no background and no social standing clinging to my arm at the Valerius Gala next week." ​Elena looked up at him. She looked at the man she had secretly saved from bankruptcy three times by "anonymously" fixing his trade algorithms.

"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?”