The Rebirth Heiress Wants A Divorce Novels & Stories

She murmured, but her eyes were tracing every teeny detail on the stone. She took out her phone and zoomed in. Alexander gulped. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “Happily forever apart?” She looked up. “Huh?” He did not know what to say. He had counted on her not being interested in this. That this piece of jewellery would go into her discarded cove of expensive ornaments. “I want a divorce.” Alexander blurted out. It was now or never anyway. “Huh?” She mirrored his previous expression.

“So why did you call me here?” Purple demanded, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stood rigid and tall—every inch the untouchable woman she’d become. “Have you no shame?” Mrs. Hawthorne snapped. “You are the one who filed for divorce from my son—ungrateful brat!” “The divorce will benefit us both,” Purple shot back, jabbing a finger at herself before settling into a chair with deliberate elegance. “Your son can marry his precious ‘heiress,’ and I’ll finally be free of all of you.”

It was time to think as a business woman. Fabrice arched an eyebrow, the gesture a silent challenge that dared Rita to disagree. "What is your plan, daughter?" Rita's eyes gleamed with envy as she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, "Father, my plan is about to take action. I will embarrass Colet in such a way that she would have no choice but to refuse the position given to her by Grandfather." His smile grew wider, stroking his beard "Good girl, we need to show this heiress her place. Let's give her this night to enjoy she would be packing her bags and going back to the mushroom family she came from. "

"You didn't." Sebastian's expression remained unchanged. He shifted and fixed his posture. "You would never have agreed to a divorce. Not a quiet one. You would have fought me in the courts and in the papers. You would have tried to ruin me. You would have destroyed Jane." "You poisoned me," Eleanor said with the words heavy and clumsy on her tongue. "I am protecting my heir," he replied, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. Eleanor tried to push herself up from the chair. She had to get out, to call for help. But her legs wouldn't obey. They gave way, and she collapsed against the table, sending a silver fork clattering to the floor. She gasped as her throat started to burn.

I gave a graceful curtsy and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure you’ve all heard the news by now. Mr. Harlow and Miss Sullivan—a beautiful tale of a damsel saving a hero. How truly heartwarming. I wouldn’t want to be caught in the middle, causing trouble for everyone and embarrassing myself. “So, I’m asking you all here today to witness something. I, Mia Grant, am choosing to break off my engagement with Victor Harlow.” I stood there, poised and unshaken. Not a breath stirred in the room; the silence was so intense that a falling pin would have rang out like a bell. It didn’t take long for the entire business world to hear the news. The much-anticipated alliance between the Harlow and Gra

He stated. Rhea suddenly had a mischievous idea in her mind. She had a few experiences with men before and she could testify that it was impossible for a married man like him to maintain his sexual urges when he is apart from his wife. Dion was a very attractive man, he was also powerful and wealthy. Rhea wondered what would happen to her if she could win over that man. Surely, she would be treated like a princess or a royalty. It was risky but she was really tempted to do it.

He asked while looking at her face to make sure he didn't miss any of her expressions. “I am the legitimate daughter of Mr. Johnson Davis, the CEO of Davis Enterprises,” she said with a playful smile. “How come you have never appeared in public?” He asked with a serious tone. “My dad cheated on my mom when I was ten years old, which led to his mistress forcing my mom to her death. My maternal grandfather took me with him to the countryside after my mother's burial because my dad was an asshole,” she said with a slight smile. “Then, why are you going back now? ”He asked.

"It's not about what you did. It's about what you didn't do. Our marriage is a charade, Amanda. We're both living a lie. Amelia’s back, and she doesn’t want to see you! It’s time for our marriage to terminate. So you have to go!" Amanda’s pale lips quivered like if she had fallen into the frigid water. She asked in disbelief, "You’re divorcing me because she’s back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Amelia away two years ago with your filthy tricks. Promising me that you’ll bore me a son to carry on my family name. Amanda, it’s been two years now and you haven’t given me a female child to talk less of a male

You're not allowed to bring up a divorce anymore. Heather's perfunctory, condescending tone upset Christina further. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she said, "Mom, I'm your daughter, not a decorative piece you've planted in the York residence to hold territory! I have the right to decide how I want to live my life. I want a divorce!" "Do that, and I'll disown you. Don't even think about coming back to the Gray family and being our heiress. Our family will not have a woman who has been cast aside!" Heather snapped harshly, angered by Christina's words.

Mamma quickly looked toward me, her eyes brimming with a desperate plea. Cristiano sighed softly, his cold expression softening with a trace of warmth. "We'll get married as soon as Nina recovers, Patrizia. The position of Donna of the Gallo Famiglia has always been yours, after all." I remained silent for a moment before finally giving a slight nod, though I felt completely dead inside. I had died without ever getting the wedding Cristiano promised me in my past life. I wasn't going to wait around in this life, as this would be the last time I donated my blood to Nina. I would leave this place for good and begin a life of my own in three more days.