The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again Novels & Stories

"Please, Miss Miller, go. I want to know the truth." "My ex married someone else too. Go slap them in the face for all of us. Let me live through you." "They just broke up. Calling her heiress really made her think she is emperor. Does she have to ruin them completely? Enough already." There were countless opinions. I answered none of them. On the wedding day, I arrived on time.

“Is she the one you're referring to, Catherine?” “Yes,” She answered brightly before chugging down the wine. Is she drunk? “I thought you were married to Dante Marcellos the Great? ” Oh. He knows me. “I–” “They're divorced.” I rolled my eyes at Catherine and tried to take her hands off me. “Oh, divorced. Again.” He chuckled and glanced around. “Yeah, it feels great being divorced twice in the same year with different men.” When I finally got away from Catherine’s grip, I forced myself to smile at them. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to try the desserts first.”

I know the drill who wouldn’t by now. Anxiety you would think should be present since I am about to go back home and confront Isaac. Yet it doesn’t. I am ready for this. Perhaps I should have done it before, after I was announced heiress. Although since I had just come out of the back end of the disastrous marriage to Xander, I wasn’t thinking straight and all I wanted was to be rich in my own right. Yes, Xander had been paying me every time I donated, but it wasn’t enough for the lifestyle I wanted and craved so badly. Now I think back to how I was after the divorce and realize that in fact I have come a very long way.

He couldn’t even be properly mad at her claim. He hated that she still had an effect on him as she strode in, even when he knew she was out to draw blood. He hated that she knew the truth and was playing with him like she didn’t know. He loathed that she was saying that she and Malcolm were still married. The courtroom roared in more shock, the faces of everyone including the judges twisting, as the words ‘married’ and ‘divorced’ shot through the crowd like sparks. ‘The Meyer heir, Malcolm, married Zoe, the former heiress of ANCLAIR and the owner of ZOELVA? They are divorced? And no one knew? They were not just business partners?!’

His expression was the same one he wore in boardrooms when he decided the fate of billion-dollar deals. Today, that same face was deciding the end of her marriage. “Sign it.” His voice was low. Flat. Final. He slid the papers across the desk. The sound was soft. To Ava, it was thunder. Her gaze dropped to the bold heading. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words blurred. Her name sat neatly beside his, black ink against white paper, waiting to erase three years of silent devotion. Her chest tightened. Three years of sleeping alone in a king-sized bed.

“How could Elena Walker, a divorcee, afford to be at such an exclusive event?” She paused and glanced at Elena with a fake smile that barely hid her judgment. “But then I saw you, and I guess I was wrong. I saw that rich old man escorting you here earlier. What a pleasant surprise, Elena. I never thought you’d stoop so low after the divorce,” Elena’s expression turned frosty as she looked at Chloe. “What nonsense are you spouting?” she demanded. Her voice caught the attention of nearby guests, who turned their heads, intrigued by the unfolding drama.

I snap. "You never asked for one–" "Are you even hearing yourself?! I am supposed to ask my husband for his time? His effort? His attention–hell, his love? No–I did, and look at where that got me. I loved you–I really did, but even if you hadn't married me I would have been fine." I shove the card back towards him, glaring. "I don't need it... I don't need you." "Ella–" "We're divorced, George. I'm no longer a Wickham, and it was the best decision I've ever made. I don't know why you're here when you have Charlotte, but I don't need compensation or whatever this is."

“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.

"It states here, that once signed, fifteen percent of his properties would be transferred to your name and as per bonus, here is a card containing fifty million dollars ...” The long list of that so-called compensation hadn't raised any of Ariadne's interest, what she could feel was only bitterness and sarcasm as she listened to Joshua talk on. Mansion? Money? That's all he thought she married him for? Did he know how much she had foolishly abandoned all for the sake of becoming his wife? "Mrs. Albrecht, Mrs. Albrecht, can you hear me?" The lawyer's voice brought her back. She blinked twice before asking. "He wants the divorce for real?" She confirmed again, with an indescribable sadness in

Dario POV Resentment simmered within me as I stared down at her. I never asked to be with this woman, but my grandfather insisted that I marry her, only then will I take over the family's business. I got a call from Sofia, my first love, four months ago, telling me to divorce Bella. Now that she is done with her degrees , she wants us to get married. Sofia approved of my marriage to Bella to ensure I wouldn't lose the CEO position to someone else.