Novel & Cerita The Rebirth Heiress Wants A Divorce

I muttered, my throat tightening. “Yes,” she replied calmly. “And I can’t wait to post it. It’ll go viral, the heiress, daughter of Mrs. Sinclair, head of the world’s most powerful empire… the same woman who publicly declared her daughter would never divorce her husband… that she would disown her if she ever did.” Tisha’s words sent a cold wave through my body. What have I done? “…But it isn’t my fault,” I stammered weakly. “Tell that to the media,” she replied coldly.

She should have listened to their warnings, and she wanted to break down in front of them like a child, but her overwhelming guilt held her back. “It’s fine, I’ll be by your side.” Noah held her chin gently and made her look at him with a reassuring smile. Celene then found herself staring at his eyes as they held sincerity in them. “Also, don’t you want to get revenge on your ex-husband and mistress?” “If you do, the first thing you must do is reclaim your rightful position as heiress. Then, as a second step... You must marry me.” “What does marrying you have to do with revenge?” she asked, genuinely confused.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

‘Don't be like the Vale heiress, who had everything but a man. ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who couldn't keep a man, or her family's properties.’ ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who was a jinx, a curse child, a bad luck to her parents and husband.’ ‘You can be anything but the Vale Heiress.’ I shut my eyes and opened them again, taking a deep breath. I continued reading the articles’ headline. > 'Inside the Sinclair-Vale Divorce: Exclusive Details' > 'Where Is Aurora Vale Now? Sources Say She's Gone Into Hiding'

he asked and she handed it over to him. When he got it, he tore the paper into two and she widened her eyes. “W… why?” “Because we are going to do this properly,” he shrugged his shoulders off and then moved over to her. “As I have promised, I will help you get revenge.” “You can… you may ask for a divorce when it is over, or whenever you want.” “Aside from marrying me, what else… What else do you get? I mean… I can't understand why a person like you…”

“What? Are you afraid of being seen? Are you afraid that after Kester know that he might dump you, right? Just cut it off, Anya Walter! I am sick of your dirty schemes.” I was furious. “Then tell me Mr. Cater, what my schemes could possibly be?” I sneered coldly. “Didn’t we agreed while getting divorced that you will leave the X city forever and never come back! Why did you break the deal? To make me sick on purpose?” Evan said, raising my brows, with the murderous look on his face. “I came back for my grandfather’s inheritance, it has nothing to with you. I said, behave yourself and show me some respect! Let go of me!”

She just wanted to sever all legal ties to me. The rejection stung worse than any physical wound I ever received. I spent five years building an empire to secure her future, and she walked away from it with nothing but the clothes on her back. I flipped to the last page and saw her signature signed in dark ink. Arabella Bellini. She signed the papers while she was recovering from major surgery. She planned this, and she executed it the moment she woke up.

Naturally gifted with a strong memory, I had practiced this test over a hundred times and could even recite the answers from memory. After leaving the exam hall, everyone was eager to know how I had done. I said only one thing: “Better than ever.” Before the scores were even released, Ethan arrived with Mrs. Whitmore to propose, planning to get engaged to Vivian. Mrs. Whitmore had initially looked displeased. After all, everyone knew Vivian was the impostor heiress. In a prestigious family, bloodlines mattered, an heir’s identity could never be handed to an illegitimate child. But Ethan repeatedly assured her that Vivian was exceptionally capable and could get into Yale. Grandpa Sullivan had

“Let me guess—Agatha put you up to this, didn’t she? Why don’t you just tell me what she’s after? If it’s nothing too outrageous, maybe I can cooperate. There’s no need for all this trouble.” Hazel had pieced things together when she overheard Grant asking about the doctor’s arrival. It was clear Agatha had a scheme involving the Price family’s future heir. Damon had been divorced twice already, and finding a suitable socialite wife in their elite circle wasn’t easy. As an older bachelor, Damon might still be a catch, but there were plenty of other promising heirs in powerful families. Families that valued their daughters wouldn’t choose someone like him—a man with two failed marriages and a

I was the daughter of a multibillionaire tycoon who had passed away from cancer. My dad was 35 years old when he married my mom. She died when I was ten years old due to an unsolved ambush. My dad remained single and raised me to be a strong, independent woman who could protect herself. He knew that people would try to take advantage of and deceive her. Had I somehow gone back in time and been reborn as an heiress? Was this even real or just a figment of my imagination? I punched my face and groaned. "Ahhh! It's painful," I blurted out.