The Rebirth Heiress Wants A Divorce Novels & Stories

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

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.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

However, breaking down while everyone was watching me was a humiliation I would never subject myself to. “How does it feel to get divorced from the man you love? Why didn't you tell those silly women the truth— that you're nothing to Davis? You're just trash not worth mentioning.” I looked up the moment I heard divorce. Davis has not told our family yet, and even ordered me to keep it a secret. How did she know? My eyes met a smug Louisa, her smile filled with disdain for me. She was Davis’s childhood sweetheart who left him when their family had issues and went abroad. I heard she returned a few months ago but never took it seriously. Now, it seems the gossip vines were right.

I was a survivor of a life I had once allowed to crush me. "Are you ready?" Xavier whispered, offering me his arm. "I've been ready for a year, Xavier. Maybe longer." As we walked down the grand staircase of our private estate, the elite of the world rose to their feet. This wasn't just a wedding; it was the coronation of a new era. We had turned a betrayal into a multi-billion dollar empire. As we stood at the altar, I didn't look at the flowers or the celebrity guests. I looked into Xavier’s grey eyes the eyes that had stayed constant even when I was too blind to see them.

“I need to tell my parents. They’ll understand.” Mara’s face tensed. “Liz, no. You can’t do that.” “Why not?” Liz asked, her voice cracking with desperation. “Because,” Mara began, choosing her words carefully, “if you tell them, they’ll want you to leave Julian. You know how they are, they’ll push for a divorce. And if you divorce Julian…” She hesitated, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “You won’t be the heiress anymore.” Liz blinked, confused and hurt. “What does being the heiress have to do with divorcing Julian?”

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

Then the divorce papers started coming, one after another, and I kept on tearing them, hoping to fix things, to make him love me, to make him understand that I was the real victim. But in five years, nothing was fixed. Worse, it became more broken, and recently, his first love, Camille, and her daughter, Chloe returned to the country, and he couldn't wait to divorce me, and join the family of two. All the love, attention we ever begged for, was freely given to Camille and her daughter, freely. How benevolent! At some point, I ended up falling asleep in the hallway, and it was not until four when I woke up, tired, numb, and I forced my way to Lila’s room..She was still asleep, peacefully, una

They were traitors. The memories carved wound after wound into her soul. Finally, amidst the agony, Selene took a long breath. "I must get a divorce." Her hand reached for a drawer, pulling out her mother's inheritance documents. A small plot of land outside the imperial borders, it’s her only way out. She couldn't return to the Count's house as her father had married Vivian’s mother, and ever since, Selene had been nothing but a shadow. Every luxury had fallen into Vivian’s hands, even the fiancé who should have been Selene’s.