The Divorced Heiress Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

he said softly, his eyes searching mine with a tenderness that made my heart ache. “I don’t have a choice,” I whispered. “If I falter, everything falls apart.” He shook his head gently. “We carry this burden together.” The words were a balm, but I knew the truth. I had always carried more—because I was the heiress. Because the blood spilled in my family’s name had to be avenged. But now, more than ever, I realized that revenge wasn’t enough. We needed more than fury. We needed strategy, alliances, and above all, trust.

"I was wrong about everything. I was blind, stupid, selfish. But I can change. I swear to you, I'll never betray you again." "Please," he begged, reaching for the hem of my dress. "I love you. I've always loved you, even when I was too foolish to see it. Don't leave me." I looked down at him with complete indifference. This broken man kneeling before me bore no resemblance to the arrogant Alpha who had humiliated me, ignored my pleas, and chosen his stepsister over our unborn child. "Get away from me," I said coldly. When he didn't move, continuing to grovel at my feet, I lifted my leg and kicked him hard in the chest. He flew backward, hitting the floor with a sickening thud.

She looked at her son, who was the only reason the world was still spinning. The "Woman" was tired. She wanted to sit on the sand and cry until the ocean took her. But the "Empress"... the part of her she thought she had sacrificed in the pool... She felt a cold, familiar iron start to rise in her veins. It wasn't the Syndicate’s power. It was Spite. The Reclamation Begins "They think the 'Billionaire Romance' is over because they took the money and the man," Elena said, her voice dropping into a low, lethal register that made the sisters shiver.

NO. I looked at her face talking to angry investors... I never wanted to make this fight personal but now you have little girl... now you will face me. You want to save your daddy dearest's company?... I won't let you... and for this mistake... I will not spare you... you will get punished little girl... " Get me every thing about her" and I turned off the Tv. I will fucking destroy you for ruining my plans... just wait and watch... They have never met. She doesn't know he is burning in vengeance and he won't give up. He doesn't know she is super intelligent and market genius. She won't give up. This is no revenge regret story... this is a revenge and fight story...

Where was she going to go, and why did she seem like the divorce didn't affect her? “Don't go Meg”. Elizabeth begged, trying to make a good impression on Mrs. Wilson. But Megan would be dead if she believed her, so she ignored her plea and walked towards the door. What a nice person Elizabeth was, how could she still be nice to someone who stole Greg from her in the first place? Mrs. Wilson thought. As she walked past. Mrs. Wilson noticed the necklace on Megan, it was an expensive model which only one of its kind existed. There were rumours about the only heiress of the song family owning it.

Inaya stared at him for a few moments, her head subtracting seven down from a hundred to give her time to calm down. Not that it helped. Not that it ever helped. “What do you want, Alexander Thorne?” Her voice was different from her usual royal, golden spoon stuck up her ass, arrogant superfluous one. This one was deeper, richer, sexier. And her eyes did not hold any of her usual disregard - they were focused, they meant business. A divorce, he wanted to day. Everything else be damned, a divorce was all that he wanted from her. But those eyes, that voice, and the very unusual situation made him curious. And this curiosity might end up killing him but he was going to take the risk.

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 states, her eyes sparkling with indignation. I stare at her for a few moments and nod, my voice trapped in my throat. “Yes, I want revenge… but not that way. I want to make them die slowly, toy with them, and, most especially, make Kyle regret divorcing me so much that he would want me back.”. Mrs. Janet chuckles lightly. “I love that. Let’s begin. And that starts with transforming you into a Barbie that no man can walk by without dropping saliva!”