The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again Novels & Stories

“Let them circulate whatever they want. It doesn’t matter.” A smile tugs at my lips. “On the brighter side, because of that, you’re sitting here with me. So, I consider myself a winner.” She smiles, a beautiful, genuine smile that lights up her face. “I guess you have a point.” As she takes a bite of her cake, her expression turns more serious. “What about your divorce with Chloe?” I lean back, sighing. “It’s going to be a long procedure. Chloe is suing me for half of my possessions.”

Like a shadow, always present but never shining. But then she showed up in my office after three years, completely different. The moment she walked in, I was amazed. The way she carried herself, her confidence, her beauty…I didn't expect that. I was fully prepared to get the divorce over with, but when I saw her again, I decided against it. Something in me just couldn't let her go just yet. But now…first that damn actor and now this new friend of hers? And she comes back smelling like him? I groaned, collapsing onto the sofa. I was too damn tired for this.

"I was not aware it's already out in the market. I just had a photoshoot with it" "The Fuentebella heiress has great taste in jewelry" "Immensely wealthy too. Only a few could wear top-of-the-line Wright jewelry" "She is chic and stunning. I wonder why her husband divorced her" "She was divorced?" "Yes, she is. I heard it from some of the locals here" Abigail could hear the murmurs in front despite the noise of the crowd. If there's one thing that keeps on surprising her it's the fact that people are greatly interested in the Wright family.

“Before we got married, I already loved someone else. I will never develop any feelings for you no matter what you do. Sign that divorce paper and I will compensate you accordingly!” Gertrude didn’t know if she would laugh or cry. Compensate her? Seriously? They both knew that she was heiress of the Jimenez Group of companies. It was not only the largest company but it was also on the verge of becoming a global business empire. So what could he give her as compensation?

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]

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.

I tucked my suit well and stepped closer to the duo irritating couples as they may claim to be. “You better tell the police who you really are because I married you as a cafe staff only for you to claim to be Mr Clark’s daughter.“ “I am my father’s daughter, I am the heiress of the Clark’s group. If I am not the rightful heiress then who is. I made you who you are. I am the jewelry Queen, my father made sure everyone recognized me so if I am not the rightful Heiress of the Clark group, I ask again who is?” She asked, looking at everyone till all eyes looked at a woman by the door. “I am.”

She probably had never attended such occasions before, dressed meticulously in a deep V-neck dress that showcased her impressive career line and a high-slit design that teased her thighs. "Divorce him." The wealthy heiress spoke almost commandingly. Jessica widened her eyes. "What did you say??" "I said, divorce him." The wealthy heiress crossed her arms, handing over a check. "Fill in the amount yourself." It was quite bold. I never expected that one day, the identity of Mrs. Frost would encounter such a situation. A mistress or third party asking me to fill out a check to scram. Even though the one standing in front of her was Jessica, a counterfeit.

"You want to play this game—" "I'm not playing anything." My voice was flat and even and I watched Isabelle across the table stop typing and look at me. "You built a structure to steal my family's company through a marriage I was never meant to understand. I found it. I left. Whatever comes next is a consequence, not a game." Silence on the line. "You have no idea," he said, "what you've started."