The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again Novels & Stories

I couldn't recall how I'd fled the Hampton’s mansion to Reese's place without giving an answer, or how long I remained sitting in place until Reese returned, finally shaking the truth out of me. Reese hissed, dragging her hands through her hair. She looked so incensed one would ink that she was the one burned with the threat of millions in debt. “There has to be something you can do…ANYTHING-” “There's nothing Reese.” I replied hollowly. There were only two choices. I canceled the marriage and was saddled with millions in debt, or I would have to endure a one-sided wedding and all the humiliation that comes with it.. It didn't matter which side I chose, because their goal was to ruin whateve

This was supposed to be Vivian Shaw’s stepping stone back to fame. Then Miranda had appeared. The same Miranda. Adrian’s ex-wife. The woman Vivian had once pitied, bullied, mocked and underestimated. The woman whose tears had been entertainment to people like her. The woman now standing in diamonds as the long-lost Jones heiress. Vivian felt sick immediately. “How could this be?” She kept repeating to herself. Then followed the question, “is Adrian aware?”

Lucien said immediately, pointing at the screen. Anderson met his gaze. “I thought so too at first. But the deeper I dug, the more differences I found. This woman is the heiress to Starlight; a global empire. And she’s now married to the heir of Enthalice. From what I gathered, they’ve likely been betrothed for years; she only recently returned to New York to…” “When did she return?” Lucien cut in sharply. “I’m not certain,” Anderson admitted, glancing back at the screen. “But from what I can tell… about a week and few days.”

‘Don't be like the Vale heiress, who had everything but a man. ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who couldn't keep a man, or her family's properties.’ ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who was a jinx, a curse child, a bad luck to her parents and husband.’ ‘You can be anything but the Vale Heiress.’ I shut my eyes and opened them again, taking a deep breath. I continued reading the articles’ headline. > 'Inside the Sinclair-Vale Divorce: Exclusive Details' > 'Where Is Aurora Vale Now? Sources Say She's Gone Into Hiding'

"I tell them I'm pregnant with your child. That we've been secretly involved for months. That you pursued me after your divorce." Rowan's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. "The headlines write themselves," Selene said softly. "'Rowan Adair Impregnates Mistress Months After Divorce.' 'Billionaire's Secret Affair Exposed.' 'Was He Cheating During His Marriage?'" She stepped closer. "You can't afford that scandal, Rowan," she whispered. "Not now. Not when you're trying to win Marcelline back." His blood turned to ice. "Don't," he said quietly.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

“On the spot?” “On the spot.” He nodded and looked to the side. “Look,” I said, “Charlotte might have her own agenda against Edward and Eloise. From what I hear,” I leaned forward to give him the news, “Eloise was married to Edward in the past. But then they broke up. They divorced. And it was due to Charlotte being the reason for the divorce. And now, Eloise is back even when Charlotte and Edward are dating. And you can see how the triangle goes.”

The idea of intentionally flirting with a man would have been unthinkable for the old Mia Grant, the obedient heiress of a powerful family. But now, I needed an ally. And not just any ally, I needed someone powerful. The financial world in Ashford had returned to its usual calm. The rumors and gossip only lasted a few days before fizzling out. The notion that the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, could truly collapse? It was utterly unthinkable. I, Mia Grant, was destined to become the future Mrs. Harlow.

Liam didn't know yet, and she hoped he wasn't made aware soon. Not until they fully separate and sign the divorce. By the time she emerged as the heiress of this company, Haley wanted to have not a single tie with Liam. Then things would be easier for her. Liam would no longer intrude in her life, and they'd go their separate ways. “Hey, Haley!” The voice jolted her and Haley quickly hid the jewelry under her cubicle desk. Without turning, she could tell who was speaking. Haley fought the urge to roll her eyes.

This was the first time seeing Ethan and Lila after I was handed the divorce papers. “We came to pay our last respect,” Ethan said, clearly unbothered. I laughed bitterly with pain in my voice. “Did you just say last respect?” I took a step closer, looking straight into his eyes. “You came with your side chick to pay respect to the man you stole everything from?” “News flash,” Lila sighed, “I’m not his side chick, but his fiancée.”She raised her hand slightly, showing me a big diamond ring on her finger.