The Divorced Heiress Fights Back Novels & Stories

She had more important things to worry about at the moment, and I was pretty sure my invitation was just an act of building castles in the air. But when Clarissa Montclair showed up at the prison to my greatest surprise, I felt something move within me. She had changed, so much that I almost couldn’t recognize her. She still bore that confident poise of hers, but she looked richer, better, and even more powerful — everything to show that she was indeed the heiress of the Montclair empire. She stared at me with so much hatred and disgust in her eyes and I held her gaze as we both looked at each other across the reinforced glass barrier. She refused to sit, and her expression did everything to

He released my wrist, still glaring into my eyes and I maintained the eye contact. “You think you've become powerful now, just because you're an heiress, right?” “Exactly. That's what I think. And whoever crosses my path, I'll crush with the sole of my feet. You don't how I suffered before I got here.” I hissed. “Today was just your first day and look what you've done…” “You should be grateful to me for goodness sake. I saved your sorry ass. Your girlfriend came here and create a scene. If the news had gone out, what do you think will happen to your reputation? Huh?”

After washing the clothes, she carefully hung them to dry, then checked the time. 5:40 PM. He should be home soon. She walked downstairs and began preparing dinner: steak, Red wine, Candles, Soft lighting. Everything was arranged with meticulous care. At the center of the table sat a velvet box. Inside it was a rare black diamond, elegant and worth millions, beside it lay a document. The contract Alexander had been desperately trying to secure with Harbor International was the key to overseas expansion. Recently, he had been under immense pressure because of it. What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination.

she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.

She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come? I felt a strange ache settle in my chest like my heart was caught between disbelief and regret. What happened to her after our divorce? Where has she gone? And how did she become the heiress of the King's Empire? I watched her carefully. Her dress, long and black, clung perfectly to her curves. Her makeup was soft but flawless and her hair flowed in elegant waves. She has a beauty that has always been there but now, it's mixed with power and pride and something else...

"Aunt Helen, you always strive to be the best and claim your son is exceptional. Now you want him to marry a divorced woman? I bet once this news spreads, you'll become the laughingstock of the entire capital in less than half a day." Then, Jessica then turned to Carissa with a cold smile. "Carissa, do you even understand your status? How can a divorced woman like you dream of marrying my cousin? You should know your place and leave before you embarrass yourself further!" Her words made several people laugh out loud. Helen's lips trembled with anger, but she couldn't think of a retort. She could only glare, first at Jessica and then at Carissa. "Yes, I'm a divorced woman. But I can fight on

“I know. Theo texted me screenshots of the headlines. ‘Heiress Dumps Billionaire in Dramatic Courthouse Showdown.’ Iconic.” I laughed, really surprised. “They’re already calling it a showdown?” “Baby, you walked out in the rain last night, signed divorce papers this morning, and went straight to Voss Media like you owned the place. Which you basically do. That’s not a divorce. That’s a hostile takeover of your own life.” She dragged me to the sectional sofa, plush gray velvet, littered with fashion sketches and half-empty takeout containers. Her design studio took up one wall: mood boards, fabric swatches, a mannequin wearing a half-finished red gown that looked angry in the best way.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

"Did you hear? Mr. Blackwell is finally divorcing her." "About time. How shameless can she be, clinging to a man who clearly doesn’t want her?" "I heard she begged him to stay… imagine having no pride." "Please, if she had any dignity, she would’ve left long ago." A soft laugh followed. "Gold diggers don’t walk away from billionaires." The elevator doors slid open. Silence fell immediately. Click. The sound of heels against polished marble cut through the murmurs.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.