The Divorced Heiress Revenge Novels & Stories

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?”

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

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.

The flash of cameras hit me before the chauffeur even opened the car door. I stepped out of the black Bentley in a deep emerald-green satin dress that hugged my curves like it was made just for me. The high slit on my dress revealed just the right amount of skin I wanted and my matching heels clicked against the driveway of the Grand Royale Hotel like I owned the place. My hair flowed down my shoulders, and my makeup was subtle, powerful, perfect. Enough to remind the world I wasn’t the same girl who got cheated on.

I am sure I’m ready for revenge; I’m ready to regain everything I’ve ever lost; I’m ready to make sure Simon regrets everything he’s done to me. Malakai didn't soften his tone, and his eyes remained stoic. "If you want revenge, you'll have to kill the person you were. The world already thinks you're dead. So, you'll have to bury that version of yourself. Kill Isabella Monroe. The woman who had everything—wealth, power, a name. The woman who was betrayed. That woman's gone."

Richard stayed silent though familiar with every word. “She wanted to take everything I’ve built,” Adrian went on. “Everything I own. I only beat her to it. Yet you all think I’m the cruel one.” Richard nodded slowly. “I see.” Adrian stilled slightly. Because that wasn’t the reaction he expected. “But here’s the thing…” He stepped forward slightly. “You’ve already won.” Adrian frowned. “What?” “You got ahead of her,” Richard said. “You turned the tables. You publicly humiliated her. You initiated the divorce. You had your revenge.”

he said softly, “you don’t need to be involved in distressing situations like this.” That redirected everything. Her hesitation dissolved. Her emotional weight shifted back to him. And she lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry,” Isabella whispered quietly, almost to herself. Not an accusation. Not a judgment. Just surrendering to confusion she no longer had the strength to resolve. By morning, the maid was gone. No scandal. No loud confrontation. Just absence. Clean. Quiet. Final. And the estate became exactly what Ethan had been refining all along. Smaller. Controlled.

ignited a furious fire within me. Leo's pursuit of me was devoid of love. His charming gestures, gentle kisses, sweet whispers, and lovemaking weren't for me but for potential gains. His desperation in trying to rekindle our relationship now solely revolved around money. Determined to ensure he received nothing from our marriage, I vowed to seek revenge and make him pay dearly. I prayed Grandpa remained unaware. His fragile heart couldn't withstand such news. Gathering my resolve, a gentle knock interrupted my thoughts. Ethan's voice, deep and warm, filtered through the door, "Hailey, may I come in?"

Charlotte flatly refused. “Impossible? You had said you loved Ethan deeply and wanted to marry him, but now you are going to destroy his company. Have you forgotten all of that?” She began to cry.” Charlotte murmured, “We are divorced.” “Divorced? How dare you mention it? Did you have an affair with one of the leaders of the Wilson? So you decide to divorce so easily?” She rushed to hit Charlotte. I came to stop her, but Mrs. Anderson hit me too. She raised her hand and grabbed my face.