Novel & Cerita The Divorced Heiress Revenge Full Novel

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?”

The more the guests whispered, the more the Reynolds looked smaller, not just because of the physical falls they had taken, but because a social currency they were used to spending had been invalidated. Bella, bleeding, embarrassed and furious with humiliation, tried to clutch at remnants of authority. She staggered to her feet, forcing a smile that was skeletal, a learned posture of people who still wanted to be believed. She took a step forward and said, with all the brittle pride she could muster, “I am Bella Reynolds — heiress, top scorer this year, fiancée to Mr Collins.” It was a title-list repeated like a prayer, an attempt to conjure respect.

Long, liquid, and undeniably dramatic. I stared at it in horror and admiration. Then I looked up. “Are you trying to marry me off to your enemies or to the world’s wealthiest widow collection?” His gaze flicked to the dress. “It suits you.” “It looks like it was made for a queen with excellent revenge plans.” “That’s what I thought.” I narrowed my eyes. “That was not a normal thing to say.” “No one ever accused me of being normal.” I muttered under my breath, “That much is painfully obvious.”

My father was climbing down the steps from the podium, his face straight and commanding, making it hard to read what could be going on in his mind. I could feel Marcus’s icy blue eyes burning into the side of my face. I didn't even need to look to know he was staring in absolute shock, his entire world tilting on its axis. The quiet wife he had discarded like a piece of old furniture, the woman he claimed didn't fit into his wealthy corporate world, wasn't a runaway from an average family. She was the sole heiress to the Mariel Group… the very empire that could crush his entire corporate life, his penthouse, and his precious reputation with a single phone call.

“Oh, so your problem is trust. You are afraid that I might not fulfil my promise… I’ll put all the divorce settlement in your account but freeze it until we’re divorced.” “That’s not what I mean. I’m a woman… and I love children. I would like to have my own child–” “No one is stopping you from having your kids after we get divorced. But while with me, you can’t have my child or anyone else’s!” Her heart dinged and she slowly brushed a hand over her stomach. This man is heartless. The urge to cry seduced her eyes but she held it in. “I– I want to leave. Master Caspian, please, I want to–”

She forcefully removed its hands clasped around him. "Liar! You just used me for your own interest! You thought, I would never know the truth that you can like me, because I will inherit. But as you know, I was adopted! And Nathalie is the real heiress. You ignored me Steven. You don't know how much that hurts me," Her tears whispered. The pain she had long forgotten just returned. The pain to think that he could just marry her. Just because of the money. It released him a hug. She faced again. Their faces are close together.

It just holds back. It was as if cold water had been poured on Sheilla. She sat weakly on the sofa when the woman disappeared. Suddenly her chest tightened and she could barely breathe. Valerie ran to her room to get Sheila's medicine. Nikki took a fan to get some air. After taking the medicine. Her feeling widened Sheila thought that if she could marry a rich man she would inherit everything. But she was mistaken in thinking. All the treasures are named after her daughter Alysia. Now they even beat the beggar on the street. Urgh!

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” “How about I tell you there’s a way to get revenge on them?” I turned to him immediately. “Revenge?” I let out. “You don’t have a way. I don’t even know you… stranger.” “There’s a way,” he said. “Which is?” My brows raised in confusion. He looked straight at me. “Marry me, Ariana Vale.

I asked, hoping I was the one reading the meaning of things at this point. “Yes your story, Alanna, a lady with a scandal made to marry her sister’s fiance, and knowing the Wesbrooks’ I know they were the worst, you got divorced, left with nothing, and came back five years later as a fully established woman, I am so impressed,” she spoke with so much finesse and pride in her voice. I had not really given so much thought to all I did in such a short period of time, but hearing it from someone else made me realize that it was a whole lot.

Laura laughed, "A man has his pride, and a gorgeous, successful man like Victor should only be with a woman who he can be proud to call his queen. Imagine him showing up to an event with you on his arms and all the men that have fucked you laughing at him behind his back” Tears poured down my eyes. How could I be so foolish? I'd given my dignity and my body for a man who used me to further his career. Suddenly, Victor flung some documents at me, "Sign it” As I read through the heading of the document, I suddenly felt sick. I began to tremble, bile rising up my throat while tears blurred my vision, "No. I won't sign this. I won't grant you a divorce!”