The Divorced Heiress Fights Back Novels & Stories

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

He stated. Rhea suddenly had a mischievous idea in her mind. She had a few experiences with men before and she could testify that it was impossible for a married man like him to maintain his sexual urges when he is apart from his wife. Dion was a very attractive man, he was also powerful and wealthy. Rhea wondered what would happen to her if she could win over that man. Surely, she would be treated like a princess or a royalty. It was risky but she was really tempted to do it.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

“I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!” Mother walked over, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she gently patted my back. I could see it in her eyes—she was proud of my stance. And frankly, her earlier question didn’t even matter anymore. There’s no freaking way I’m signing those divorce papers. No way in hell I’ll give Alexa a dime of what I’ve built.

"Did that woman bully you? She did, didn't she, that's why she thought she could get away with treating you like that!" "I don't think she even recognized me," I snort, shaking my head. "I wasn't exactly wearing million dollar jewelry or gowns during the time I was married to George." "Well you should've," he insists, upset on my behalf. "I'll throw her and anyone who came with her out. No one treats you like that. I'll sue them for more than a fifty million necklace." "No, it's all right dad, I can take care of her. I'm no longer just her brother's housewife. I'm a Reina."

I exclaimed, shocked to hear what she had to say about our divorce, “you think I divorced Dominic?” “Stop pretending like all you wanted wasn’t the monetary settlement you got from the divorce. You have it now and we now all know you’re a rich heiress but that shouldn’t stop you from trying to help my brother when all he has ever done is take your side.” She attacked me like I had just stepped on her toe or something.

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

He was staring at Melissa, staring not at the angry avenger, but at the woman he had abandoned in the still, lonely house, holding together piece by piece as the man she loved was led away to build another man's monument. She had not fought merely for custody or alimony. She had fought for the story. And in that moment, in the eyes of everyone in that room, she had won. She was the victim, the hurt wife, the mother fighting for her children's heritage. And he was exactly what she said he was: the Scandalous Heir, who had come into a kingdom by reducing his own to ashes. ---

Noel Varess thought he knew his wife. Melowie was quiet. Ordinary, just too ordinary for the world he came from. So when money began disappearing from his company through an account bearing her name, Noel didn't ask her for an explanation. He asked for a divorce. Melowie did not argue much. She signed. She left with nothing. Or so he thought. Three years later, Noel walks into an emergency shareholders' meeting and finds the woman he once discarded sitting at the head of the table. She isn't there to beg for another chance. She's there because she just bought a controlling stake in his company. And she has a name now. Melowie Veyra. Heiress. Billionaire. His newes