The Divorced Heiress Fights Back Novels & Stories

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

I’ll destroy her completely. “The media is already calling it the ‘Wedding of the Damned,’” Gregory snaps, pacing the room like a caged animal. “T*****r’s trending with #WestfieldScandal and #BlackwoodBetrayal. The stock market isn’t even waiting for Monday. Futures are already tanking.” He stops dead in his tracks, turning to glare at me with eyes that could burn through steel. “Explain to me how a sheltered little heiress managed to outmaneuver all of us. Explain to me how she got her hands on footage that should have been impossible to obtain.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow, "I can see you're going crazy.” Olivia's words were grating on my nerves, but I remained focused on my purpose. I glanced around the canteen before turning back to her. "That child isn't mine, and we're getting a divorce." Olivia's eyes widened in shock, and she gasped. "What?" she exclaimed. "You heard me right," I repeated. "We are getting divorced." Olivia stood up, her voice rising. "Ethan, you're joking! I'm not getting divorced! I'm your lawful wife, get that in your skull!"

“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.”

My grip tightened around my champagne glass. No. That wasn't possible. The woman continued descending the staircase then she lifted her head completely and our eyes met. The glass slipped from my hand as the crystal shattered across the floor, and the sound echoed through the silent ballroom. I barely heard it because the woman standing at the center of the staircase wasn't a stranger. It was Elara, my wife. The woman who had left me. The woman I believed was an orphan. The woman I had just divorced was Elara Frost. The Frost family's long-lost heiress.

Her father had used her and I was also using her to get to her father but it doesn’t seem like he’d care, even if I’d take her life as long as his name and company is held up high, he wouldn’t mind. Very disgusting man. "Divorce me," she whispered, looking up at me with those big, wounded eyes. "If it's my body you want, take it then let me go. I know you don't need my money, you have more than I could ever offer." The pain in her voice nearly brought me to my knees. Because she was wrong, very wrong . It wasn't her body I wanted. Not just that, anyway. It was everything and more, I wanted heer fire, the way she stood up to me when no one else dared.

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

I was prepared to fight when the battle lines were established today. Sophia Lancaster Reid, a woman who would not be shattered by betrayal, who would stand up for her own truth, and who would assert her right to love, rather than the protected heiress I had been or the broken barista I had attempted to become.

Then the divorce papers started coming, one after another, and I kept on tearing them, hoping to fix things, to make him love me, to make him understand that I was the real victim. But in five years, nothing was fixed. Worse, it became more broken, and recently, his first love, Camille, and her daughter, Chloe returned to the country, and he couldn't wait to divorce me, and join the family of two. All the love, attention we ever begged for, was freely given to Camille and her daughter, freely. How benevolent! At some point, I ended up falling asleep in the hallway, and it was not until four when I woke up, tired, numb, and I forced my way to Lila’s room..She was still asleep, peacefully, una

The scene was frozen. Livia shook off Keith’s hand, her tone detached. “Taking this opportunity, I’ve decided to announce something.” Everyone looked at her. Livia said, “I’m going to set up a law firm which specializes in divorce cases involving mistresses. I will do my best to ensure the best interest of innocent victims. In the case of my failed marriage, I have been humiliated, ignored, trampled on, and slapped in the face. I can no longer stand it. To all the ladies present, the only thing that can protect us will only be our interests. That’s why, if you need any help, you can always come to find me.”