Novel & Cerita The Divorced Heiress Revenge Full Novel

This was it. The full circle. Ivy had everything Eliana had once possessed: the fiancé, the social standing, the public adoration. The exact life Eliana had walked away from, the one that had led to her demise. The one she had foolishly given up before to give to a man who had only wanted her for what her family could offer him. But Eliana was no longer the naive heiress. She was a different woman, with a different path, and a different kind of power. And now, with Ivy firmly in place, Eliana was free to build her empire, unburdened by the ghosts of her past.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have let Hailey slip away. The sole heiress of the Aesthete family, granddaughter of that tycoon... What are you compared to her? Just mouthwash before a fine meal?" Elisa froze, Leo's insult cutting deeper than her instinctual fear of danger. She moved closer to Leo again, tears falling from her chin to the ground. "Are you serious? I left my wealthy fiancé for you, and this is how you treat me?" She made a fatal move, picking up the knife from the ground and aiming it at Leo. My mind naturally speculated on the situation. I could almost see the scene unfolding. Provoked, Leo shifted from Cold Leo to Murderer Leo. This title didn't just signify his emotion

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

"I'm just calling out whoever is acting shamelessly. It's not an insult. It's just an adjective. Do you know what an adjective is?" Victoria raised her cane, ready to strike, but Summer grabbed it firmly in midair. "Mrs. Hunt Senior, please have some self-respect and keep your hands to yourself. I'd hate to see you end up in a holding cell at your age." "Ms. Hartford, you should leave!" Jane was thoroughly shocked by Summer. What kind of wild heiress was Summer? It was like she feared nothing in the world. "Sorry for disturbing you both. I'll take my leave now," Summer said.

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

"Did that woman bully you? She did, didn't she, that's why she thought she could get away with treating you like that!" "I don't think she even recognized me," I snort, shaking my head. "I wasn't exactly wearing million dollar jewelry or gowns during the time I was married to George." "Well you should've," he insists, upset on my behalf. "I'll throw her and anyone who came with her out. No one treats you like that. I'll sue them for more than a fifty million necklace." "No, it's all right dad, I can take care of her. I'm no longer just her brother's housewife. I'm a Reina."

I asked. “I don’t know sir. I have not seen her today.”She replied. I guess that was one of her tricks to get back at me by not preparing me breakfast. I stormed out of the dining table headed straight into the room and went to get my phone to call her because I did not understand why she would act that way. I had forgotten where I dropped my phone and my gaze faced the table in our bedroom. As I went to the table, I saw the divorce papers I had given her without it being in the file that it was kept. I took a look at it and saw that she had signed it.

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

“Let go of me, William Nash!” Liam paused in a secluded area at the backstage, anger bubbling in his chest. “Give back the necklace.” “Huh?” “You're in this together with Andrew Woods, aren't you?” Liam threw daggers at her. “Stop thinking too far…” Haley held the necklace protectively, returning his glare. “I bought it with my own money! What are you waiting for? Why haven't you signed the divorce yet?” Divorce, Divorce. Was she crazy? Taking in a deep breath, Liam bottled in his anger. “I'll let you go this time for trying to seek my attention in this silly way. Just give back the necklace-”

Not as prey. Not as spectacle. But as a queen who moved her piece exactly where she intended. Right beside the most dangerous man in the room. Untouchable! Vivienne abruptly rises from her seat and points an accusing finger at Kieran. "How dare you!" she shrieks. "How dare you seduce your own nephew's bride! What kind of depraved monster sleeps with his nephew's fiancée? You've always been the disgrace of this family, Kieran, but this… this is a new low even for you!"