The Divorced Heiress Fights Back Novels & Stories

I yelled, “I will beat you to death! You damn bitch! You have ruined my life. I married you and gave you money to spend. But you took the money to enjoy yourself with other men!” “Ouch! Stop hitting!” Mia was beaten so badly that she fought back. She scolded back righteously, “Yes, I slept with other men. You are so useless! If you are strong and can satisfy me, will I need to sleep with other men?” Hearing this, my lips trembled with anger. “You, you are a shameless woman. I want to divorce you. I will get a lawyer to settle it immediately.” “Sure, I will be happy to divorce you, but I want half of the family assets!”

Until Damien took my hand and I turned to look at him instead. “Come on, Sophia. Let's head inside. That's where the real fight is” he urged and I nodded. He was right. In there, I was going to show Aiden who I truly was now. Because I wasn't the woman he chased out of his house in the middle of the night after serving her divorce papers. I was now a woman who could stand on her own, enter the rooms he did and take whatever he eyed away from him. And that would be his fate in my hands. As payback for what he did to me.

“You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?” “Like my whole family, I believed she possesses nothing,” he said, his fingers curling tightly around the wooden armrests. “But you were wrong.” Darkness danced along my grin. “Was that the reason for your divorce?” His trembling hand moved to his collar and loosened his tie. “I-I beg your pardon?” I leaned farther on my desk, feeling the anger slowly coiling inside me. “Did you divorce her because she was poor? Because she had nothing? Because she wasn't good enough?”

I asked, making my way to the stairs. For the first time, the thirty-two-step stairwell felt endless... longer, steeper. "Madame, please stay calm. Don't... don't do anything too irrational, please! Stay calm." "Calm? Stay calm?" I began... but then I remembered my plan. If I wanted to divorce Calvin, and get rid of him for good, get him and his stupid sidepiece out of my life for good... I needed evidence. The more- the better. I gripped the handrail tightly, feeling rage inside and taking a deep breath as I felt tears threatening to fall.

She murmured, but her eyes were tracing every teeny detail on the stone. She took out her phone and zoomed in. Alexander gulped. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “Happily forever apart?” She looked up. “Huh?” He did not know what to say. He had counted on her not being interested in this. That this piece of jewellery would go into her discarded cove of expensive ornaments. “I want a divorce.” Alexander blurted out. It was now or never anyway. “Huh?” She mirrored his previous expression.

she whispered. Lucien answered without looking at her. “Isabella.” The door handle turned slowly. A shadow fell across the floor. And a familiar voice drifted in, soft and poisonous. “Hello, Ava.” Isabella returns alive, scarred, and unhinged. Ava is vulnerable. Lucien stands between love and vengeance. Ethan must decide who he truly is. The queen has entered the room. And this time… she’s here to burn everything.

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

In a rush, Amanda descended the stairs. "Good morning, Mrs. Amanda!" greeted the servant, Ms. Luchi, presenting Amanda with a glass of milk. Amanda was taken aback; she had divorced Dickson and was no longer Mrs. Dickson. Being seen with Dickson again could lead to harsh judgement, especially in a society that tended to be more forgiving toward men, especially wealthy ones. In such situations, blame often fell on the woman for supposedly seducing the man. "Ms. Luchi, may I use your phone?" Amanda requested.

For a moment, she simply stared at him, wondering if she had heard wrong. Get married? They who had finalized their divorce only a few months ago? And now he wanted to marry her… again? “I think I misheard you,” Mirena said slowly, unfolding her arms. “What did you just say?” George sighed heavily, as if repeating those words required more effort than anything else in his life. And perhaps it did. Because if someone had told him five months ago that the woman he was divorcing would soon dominate headlines every single day… That she would reveal herself to be cunning, frighteningly intelligent, and surrounded by powerful figures who made her nearly untouchable…