The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again Novels & Stories

The only catch is that no one knows what the Quinn Heiress looks like. Now she has to go back and claim her right before anyone else does it. Can she make it in time, or is it going to be too late for her to reclaim her position while also finding the time to fall back in love with her first love? Ezra Thatcher never believed that he would get to love again when the girl he secretly had a crush on suddenly disappeared into thin air and then reappeared again looking the same as ever. The only catch is that he is engaged to a new girl, but his feelings stay the same.

For a moment, she simply stared at him, wondering if she had heard wrong. Get married? They who had finalized their divorce only a few months ago? And now he wanted to marry her… again? “I think I misheard you,” Mirena said slowly, unfolding her arms. “What did you just say?” George sighed heavily, as if repeating those words required more effort than anything else in his life. And perhaps it did. Because if someone had told him five months ago that the woman he was divorcing would soon dominate headlines every single day… That she would reveal herself to be cunning, frighteningly intelligent, and surrounded by powerful figures who made her nearly untouchable…

"I can take care of myself." After hours of dancing, they flopped on one of the elevated lounge seats. Liana elbowed her. "Tell me again why you don’t just move out? You’re twenty-three. Billionaire heiress. You could literally vanish to Paris tomorrow." "Because my father would send an entire fleet of helicopters to find me" Sylvie said dryly. "Besides… it’s home." Eventually, the night grew quieter as the crowd gradually reduced. When the time finally came to leave, Sylvie hugged Liana, promising to text when she got home.

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.

#Heiress Chloe Davenier Proudly Rejects Billionaire Marriage Deal—Westvale Playboy Diego Publicly Dumped! Esther gave a cold smile, then tapped open the message. The comments caught her eye immediately… [So she really is a true heiress. That kind of boldness is on a whole different level. So what if it’s the Westvale family? Even if it’s the richest family, if you don’t like it, the engagement can be broken off without delay!] [A true heiress is always so domineering. If it were that adopted daughter instead, she’d be stuck and couldn’t break off the engagement no matter what!]

Dad continued, “Today, my second daughter, Daisy, is getting married, and it is custom to name her the heiress before she takes over. It took forever to make this pronouncement, but I need to do it because I know this is what her sister would want.” “It’s time,” Olivia said impatiently. “Wait,” I replied, my voice firm. “I’ll let her mother pronounce her the new heiress of the Gomez fortune,” he said, handing the mic to Mirela, who took it rather happily. She had a displeased look at my father’s hesitation, but I knew her too well to think she would back down.

Everything about him screams danger and yet here I am, trying to make a business deal with him. "I'm glad you've thought about my offer. I heard your little boyfriend is out of the hospital now. Although, I can't help but wonder why you need my help if the bills were already paid for," he said. My throat went dry as I recalled the way Heather hugged Theo at the hospital. How she's using that debt to make my boyfriend do whatever she wanted. I wanted him out of that. I want Heather out of the piture. "That is none of your business, Azrael," I said -- hissed -- at him.

Olivia raised an eyebrow, "I can see you're going crazy.” Olivia's words were grating on my nerves, but I remained focused on my purpose. I glanced around the canteen before turning back to her. "That child isn't mine, and we're getting a divorce." Olivia's eyes widened in shock, and she gasped. "What?" she exclaimed. "You heard me right," I repeated. "We are getting divorced." Olivia stood up, her voice rising. "Ethan, you're joking! I'm not getting divorced! I'm your lawful wife, get that in your skull!"

he said, his voice short. I opened the folder, and then came her photo — her silver dress, her posture. A strange feeling twisted in my chest, sharp and unwelcome. She wasn’t merely the desperate woman I’d sat down beside in my car, fleeing from abductors in her ripped gown. She was the Clawford heiress. Her brazen gala invitation to dinner — direct and without the usual scheming attached — stuck in my brain. The majority of women who came to me were wanting something—money, influence, a hold in my world. That greed wasn't in Valenticia’s eyes.

Their triplets Nathan, Owen, and Isabella drew the eyes of all with their striking appearances and flamboyant outfits. Nathan was in a tailored navy suit, Owen in a classic black tuxedo, and Isabella in an elegant evening gown that shimmered with every step. However, at a corner of the room, there was just one person who couldn't quite bring herself to smile like the others, and this figure was Olivia Mack, the second daughter of the celebrant and stepsister to the Finance Minister. Less than two months ago, Olivia had finalized her divorce from her ex-husband Adam, and the pain of it was still fresh.