The Divorced Heiress Fights Back Novels & Stories

A part of his assets is nothing compared to what he had. I was not giving up on him. He can divorce me if he wants to, but I will never let him go. There was no way he would get rid of me. I was determined to fight this. No matter how impossible it was. I would find a way to fight and win. Even if it meant losing everything. But now, I choose freedom. My empire will crumble, but my dignity will remain intact.

Turning on her killer heels, the blonde faced Octavia, icy gray orbs roaming her petit figure from head to toe. Oh honey…” Taking a step forward, she inched her face closer, boring into Octavia’s red orbs which trembled with anger. “Do you honestly still believe this is about Lucien? Oh no, it all stopped being about him the moment I divorced his ass, so don’t dilute yourself.” Sizing her opponent up one last time, Alexandra stepped back, tucking a stray hair behind her ear in the process. “You see, I came to realize that Lucien, he wasn’t worth all my efforts and sacrifices. You can keep him for all I care.”

“Grandfather asked me to come back, so I did. It was his dying wish and I had to respect that.” Her mouth forms into a sneer as she chuckles, “Well he’s not dead yet so don’t count on it so easily. I heard you frolicked about while you were gone, wearing disgraceful outfits and hanging around strange men.” I smile, “A divorced woman is a free woman. I have only my name to sully. And if I choose to hang around strange men, so be it. They treat me better than your son ever did.” Sienna smirks, “That’s because they don’t see you’re a worthless thing, to be treated anyhow we see fit. Malachi knows your worth. He treated you exactly how you deserved.”

Where was she going to go, and why did she seem like the divorce didn't affect her? “Don't go Meg”. Elizabeth begged, trying to make a good impression on Mrs. Wilson. But Megan would be dead if she believed her, so she ignored her plea and walked towards the door. What a nice person Elizabeth was, how could she still be nice to someone who stole Greg from her in the first place? Mrs. Wilson thought. As she walked past. Mrs. Wilson noticed the necklace on Megan, it was an expensive model which only one of its kind existed. There were rumours about the only heiress of the song family owning it.

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

she scoffed crossing her arms, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. “ Do you even have any idea of what you have cost me huh? I just lost my freaking job and it’s alllll because of you and now I can’t pay for my mothers bills and you have the audacity, the nervessssss to even think of kidnapping me.” “ I’m not kidnapping you, I just want to talk to you.” “ Well I’m not interested in talking to you,” she snapped back. She tried to get up but she still felt a little bit hazy from the drug. She scanned her surrounding looking for an exit point or something but she was surrounded by his henchmen.

What just happened didn’t make any sense to him. “Do you believe her? Miranda looked tired. “You know Adrian,” she said softly. “If he decides to be difficult, he can drag the divorce out for years.” Noah didn’t like the sound of that at all. “He won’t.” Miranda gave a weak smile. “You sound very confident.” “I am Noah Vale. And if you’ve forgotten, you’re the Jones' heiress. It’s impossible to win a battle with these two families.” Noah had only sought out Vivian because he didn’t want the matter to drag out to relieve Miranda of the stress of going through the divorce.

A few of the more nervous guests shuffled toward the exits, only to remember, with dawning horror, that the doors were blocked by men with broad shoulders and harder faces. At the centre of the storm, Bella steadied herself and straightened her dress with a forced composure that betrayed her inner tremor. She moved forward, clutching at the remnants of pride, and announced in a voice pitched for confrontation, “Hi, I’m Bella, the Reynolds family’s heiress, this year’s city top scorer, and fiancée to Mr. Collins.” The list of titles was supposed to act like armour, expected to make people defer. She stepped closer to William, expecting the crowd to tilt back toward her, to recognize power and

I could see anger on Ashley's face as her plan got foiled. As soon as they left, I let out a breath that I didn't know I'd been holding. "Seriously, you are such a lifesaver. I don't know what I would've done if-" She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't mention it. I never actually helped you, but I just couldn't stand watching those stuck-up biddies try to make our family feel so small. Besides, I wasn't lying about being overqualified, as you know about my reputation: the queen of divorce," she said proudly.

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.