Novel & Cerita The Divorced Heiress Revenge Full Novel

The bathroom had expensive products arranged in order. The study room was where I found her. The desk was large and covered in papers that had been there before the accident, exactly as she had left them. Books on the shelves, business and law, but also history, also philosophy. And on the desk, half-hidden under a legal document, a single notebook. I picked it up carefully. It was filled with Vivienne's handwriting. I did not read it all. But I read enough to understand that Vivian Salvatore had been angry.

Camilla's POV ‘IN WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS A SEISMIC SHIFT IN WEST CITY'S SOCIAL LANDSCAPE, BILLIONAIRE PATRIARCH ELIAS VOSS, HAS CONFIRMED THE RETURN OF HIS ONLY HEIR FROM THE STATES TO SUCCEED HIM AS HE COMES TO AN END OF HIS BUSINESS CAREER” “JUST IN: HEIR TO EMPIRE HEIR HAS REPORTED TO BE MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE ANONYMOUS OWNER OF NOVA COMPANIES AND NOVA FINANCE EMPIRES….

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

She remained unfazed at the attention she had drawn to herself and pretended not to hear the whispers. “Scarlett Ashbourne!” “-they got divorced!” “I thought she was dead-“ “Is it really her?” “My God! She came back!” Her tailored black suit hugged her silhouette perfectly to reveal an almost invisible waist. The wind teased strands of her polished black bob but even nature seemed to be at her mercy. A pair of oversized sun glasses concealed her eyes as she took slow, calculated steps. Her heels echoed down the aisle like war drums as her body guards followed closely behind her. Her expression was unreadable and her aura shouted-UNTOUCHABLE!

"Your Honor, my son has suffered so much! He married her, and for five years, our family practically took care of her for nothing!" What? Wiping her tears, she said, "This woman is so deceitful! When she married my son, she hid that she was the heiress of Shalton Group, making my son endure hardship with her. Now that my son's in trouble, she walks away. How is that fair?" What? Emily said, "Exactly! She spent extravagantly during the marriage. I know she has handbags worth millions, which should count as marital property and must be divided!" What?

“Of course, she knows, but there’s nothing she can do about it. They don’t seem to get together, and they only got married for an alliance. That man is atrocious. I heard that he abuses her.” “Why didn’t she get a divorce then?” Julie shook her head. “Her family is in trouble and needs that man’s help. She’s the only granddaughter of Orville Nelson, who sold her out for his own benefit. I hope that his late son will come and claim him…” Nicole sighed. The bar owner still did not get divorced, even when she was struggling to survive. What kind of benefit was worth her suffering? Clayton came out of the private room and walked over with heavy footsteps.

"You're really going to do it? Just walk into his office and drop that kind of money like it's nothing?" "Absolutely," I replied, my voice oozing with confidence. "He wants to play games, but he has no idea who he's dealing with now. Once I have that divorce, I'll be free to start the next phase of my plan—taking back my company that he stole from me." Her expression turned serious, a line creasing between her brows. "You know it won't be easy, Aubrey. Ryder's not going to just hand it over."

Now his foundations trembled, and the man who once believed himself a king was now being reduced to firefighting whispers. And Clarissa… My mouth curved into a smile I didn’t bother to suppress. She was the most exquisite part of it all, not because she was weak, but because she was strong enough to understand exactly what she was losing. She was trapped, hemmed in by love, by pregnancy, by a conscience that made her predictable. Every path she might take led to me. She knew it. Devan knew it too, even if he refused to admit it aloud. This was no longer about revenge. Revenge was crude and small. This was about control, about reshaping the world so thoroughly that resistance became unthinkab

NICHOLAS I knew I wasn't supposed to force her. I wasn't supposed to stoop so low as threaten her with those videos but there is something about Celine that keeps disturbing. Something like a gravitational pull that keeps drawing me closer to her like a moth to flame. First, she tried to describe me by using a fake fiancé. If Dave wasn't brought instead, I might have fallen for his lie because she does it naturally. Is she really the same heiress who doesn't have a dating scandal with any man?