After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire Novels & Stories

"I've hit the jackpot! I disregarded the odds and bet on Mr. Gray without thinking. 800 billion dollars is on the line. Everyone who placed their money on the Sage is going bankrupt today! There's going to be some major changes here in Javonbury!" "All hail King Ashton! What an invincible man!" "That's my man! Ashton is incredible! I can't breathe—my heart is about to burst out of my chest! I wish he could ruin me in bed…" "From this day onward, Ashton Gray is my faith! No one is as charismatic as he is. Nothing is quite impossible for him. He's invincible!" "I heard that Ashton Gray is divorced. That means that we all have a chance!" "Roxy must be out of her mind! I've never seen such a stu

Life after the divorce unfolded with a serenity I hadn't anticipated. The freedom was intoxicating. I sold our properties and poured capital into promising startups as an angel investor. My time and money were mine alone, answerable to no one. My travels continued. I watched the aurora dance across the Arctic skies, trekked through the scorching sands, and dove into the turquoise depths. Each experience reshaped me, expanding my world beyond the confines of my past. Asher faded into irrelevance, his name surfacing only in fleeting finance headlines.

We just talked. We talked about everything: old memories, school days, silly jokes. We laughed until our stomachs hurt. But then her expression grew serious. "Aliyah... what happened to you? You just disappeared. I tried calling, messaging... I thought something terrible had happened." I took a deep breath. "It's a long story. But... I'm divorced now." Her eyes widened. "Divorced? From Liam Hemsworth?" I nodded. "Yes. It was... complicated. He never loved me. The marriage was a mistake from the beginning."

I didn't have any hopes for our future anymore. Right now, it had been six months since the divorce had been finalised. My company was thriving as I found myself improving days after days. The shareholders who were so skeptical about it, was now asking for more investment in my company. But to become more than half of the entire shares, I had been trying to buy the smallest shares that the shareholders wanted to sell. I would never let anyone touch my father's company at any cost. In the meantime, Something had been getting my attention... Jasper.

“Five years, just gone like that?” “No children, no legacy. It makes sense.” My chest caved inward. My hands shook so violently I nearly dropped the glass. Divorce? We weren’t divorced. I had never signed papers. He had never spoken of it. Jason’s smirk deepened, feeding on my devastation. “And tonight,” he continued smoothly, “I step into the next chapter of my life with the woman who embodies everything this company stands for.” He turned, dropped to one knee, and the ballroom gasped as though choreographed.

"Marcus, do you know anything about Liam Knight?" "Knight Capital Ventures? Sure. He's legitimate. Built his firm from nothing after his divorce about five years ago." Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "I literally ran into him this morning. Spilled coffee all over him. He gave me his card, said something about helping me rebuild." "Huh." Marcus looked thoughtful. "His ex-wife cleaned him out pretty badly. Took everything in the divorce, left him with nothing. He rebuilt from scratch. Made his first million back within two years. Now he's worth probably fifty times what he lost."

Over the last three years alone, his net worth had skyrocketed to five billion dollars, meaning that even ten percent of that fortune would allow me and my child to live comfortably for the rest of our days. I planned to wait until the divorce was finalized before breaking the news to my parents. With that thought, I dragged my suitcase over to Aronespire's largest five-star hotel to check in, intentionally swiping Laurent's credit card to cover the luxury suite. I was about to become a wealthy divorcée, and money was my least concern. It was only then that Laurent finally called me, likely having just arrived home to find the divorce agreement. "What games are you playing this time?" His vo

The pain in my stomach grew worse, while my heart ached with every beat. After two seconds of silence, I finally spoke in a hoarse voice. "Yeah. I can't afford to drag this out." After taking the signed divorce agreement from me, she tossed me a bank card. "You were with me for ten years, after all. There’s five million dollars in there. It should last you a long time." It was almost laughable. Ten years of youth and devotion, and in exchange, she had built a fortune worth tens of billions, while I was apparently worth only five million.

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

By all appearances, landing under the wing of the media giant wasn't in her stars, which meant she would have to forge her path exclusively through her own hard work. The reason Luna had agreed to participate in this show about divorced couples didn't lie in any idle wish to reunite her family. Her top priority was media buzz. She had long outgrown the age when pure love alone was enough for happiness. Ever since the divorce, the girl hadn't uttered a single word about Roman in the press, patiently waiting for the right moment—and now it had finally arrived.