After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire Novelas e Histórias

"But if you experience any discomfort, don't hesitate to call me." Riley was inside Zia's clinic, being evaluated. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Zia. You are an overprotective doctor." Zia sighed and responded, "It's the least that I can do after what my stupid cousin has done to you." "He is not your responsibility, but I thank you still," Riley conveyed. "I'm free now. I have signed the divorce papers." Riley told Zia about the divorce terms, and she was aghast. Zia reacted, "How could he? Brian's net worth should be around fifty million dollars. How could he give you so little?"

“Damn! That’s really bad.” “Yeah, I know, right? It was a huge amount of money, as well as some other assets, but I'm not going to mention the amount here. It was so bad that even his company took a hit and was left struggling. We’re still managing to get on our feet again. She took her settlement and disappeared into thin air. Anyway, not long after, I found out I was pregnant, and we were both overjoyed, as his mother was. Anyway, they got divorced, and we rekindled our love and have been together ever since then. So that is the story.”

I had never been more happy to see him! “Oh, Richard!” I cried. “Today has been one of the worst of my life. I’m so glad you’re here,” leaning into his shoulder. “I keep hoping it’s all a nightmare!” It hit me then like a gut blow to the stomach during a boxing match…Fred had divorced me…on my 27th birthday. With all the ongoing drama today I had completely forgotten. Did Fred remember? I couldn’t help but think, and the emotions washed over me again.

It wasn't until a car appeared on the distant highway that they became excited, all crowding toward the entrance for a better angle. They were staking me out, hoping to capture a firsthand shot, while I watched from my office upstairs in the hospital, peering through the blinds at the scene below. I couldn't imagine what headlines they would pair with the images, as my story was indeed full of drama. The young billionaire remained unknown until her divorce, when her ex-husband died at the hands of his lover. The lover was about to be imprisoned, and in the courtroom before imprisonment, she tearfully and desperately told the judge that she had contracted HIV, pleading for a more humane judgm

Not only did I get what I was entitled to, but I also received half of all his assets under his name. Staring at the figures in the contract, I was stunned. I never imagined Hector had accumulated so much wealth. I never expected he would give me so much. A large portion of it, I knew, was something Hector could have easily avoided giving me, thanks to his resources and influence. In the end, after two months of intense public drama triggered by a reality show, the divorce was finally settled. The story’s conclusion was simple: I had transformed into a single, billionaire woman. …

Sophia's POV The moment the news breaks, my phone becomes a war zone of calls, texts, and notifications. Headlines splash across every business and gossip site: Sophia Mitchell and Nathan Carter’s Bitter Divorce! Infidelity, Betrayal, and Millions at Stake! Nathan Carter Speaks Out—The Truth About His Marriage! I scroll through the articles, my jaw clenching with every word. Nathan has played his part well—painting himself as the heartbroken husband blindsided by my “unreasonable demands” and “emotional instability.”

Aaliyah’s POV If someone had told me two years ago that I would one day divorce Henry and almost immediately marry a billionaire I met in a club, I would have laughed so hard I might have fallen off my chair. Maybe even thrown my drink at them saying it was insulting. Not in a million years would I have believed it. And yet here I was; standing in the middle of a beautiful home Orrin bought for us, his hand holding mine and his eyes locked on me like I was the only person that existed in the world.

The time he was a bit soft with me, it was all pretense till his mistress returned and he couldn't pretend any more. Fresh tears welled up in my eyes—I had lost everything—a complete three years of my life, a career I should've pursued. Where do I start from? I was making a big mouth there, but where do I start from? I didn't even have anywhere to go. I wasn't intending to go back to my family house where Lexa would still come to bully me every day and probably bring Dylan to come and rub to my face every day, as he divorced me for her.

A pause. “Bad enough.” By the time I returned to the office, the damage was already spreading. Screens lit up with headlines. Speculation. Analysis. Ashford Group Faces New Rival—Led by CEO’s Ex-Wife Elara Ashford’s Bold Move Shakes Industry From Marriage to Market War: The Story Behind the Split I stared at the screen. At her name. Everywhere. Not as an extension of me. But as something independent. Something powerful. Something that didn’t need me anymore.

“Tomorrow, I will set you up on a TV show. You will be asked about Vivian and the pregnancy. And you will explain that you are more than willing to welcome her as part of the family. Okay, baby...” He reached out to touch me, but I swatted his hand away sharply. The audacity of this man to suggest such a thing without a shred of remorse. If there had been any doubt left in me a minute ago, it vanished completely. This was not the man I thought I had fallen in love with and married. Right now, I wasn’t even sure if that man had ever existed, or if he was just something my delusions had created. “I want a divorce,” I said flatly. “I spoke to my lawyer. He will be here with the papers in the mo