After Divorce I Married A Billionaire Novels & Stories

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel

, he kissed me strongly, pressing his top lip against mine roughly. "I have turned you into a cheesy guy", I rubbed my finger against the tip of his nose, slightly. "Only for you, my dear", he pulled me into his embrace. "I would never divorce you, if you're curious, how else would I find a rich billionaire to afford my fancy lifestyle", I kissed his lips lightly, feeling the pain rush through me. "Yeah right, I'm the one with a fancy lifestyle you're the girl who uses coupons and cash back, I never worried about those things", he said knowing he wasted money solving all of this rather than working.

It was seeing the faces of the people who had supported me through my transformation from victim to victor. Marcus was there with his new girlfriend Sarah, looking genuinely happy for Richmond and me. Nina was crying tears of joy as she welcomed me officially into the Fernandez family. My employees from Goddess Jewelry were celebrating with women from the foundation who had become like sisters to me. "Mrs. Fernandez," Richmond whispered in my ear as we danced to our first song as husband and wife, "how does it feel to be married to a billionaire?" "It feels like being married to the man I love," I replied. "The billionaire part is just a bonus."

But Amelia wasn't the quiet, easily dismissed wife anymore. She was a billionaire in her own right, formidable enough to expose corporate fraud within weeks of taking control, magnetic enough to draw genuine attention from a man who apparently had his choice of more conventional, uncomplicated partners. If Adrian Kingsley genuinely fell for Amelia, publicly, permanently, the media narrative would shift entirely. No longer the wife Damian carelessly discarded, finding unexpected success on her own. Instead, the woman who had not only survived her divorce but emerged triumphant, claiming a partner more polished than the man who had failed to appreciate her.

“She’s probably terrified I’ll try to kill you and then she’d lose her job because your hot husband is most likely to come for her if you died.” “Got any more jokes about my ‘hot husband’, Juniper?” She smirked at me as the receptionist walked out. “Not really,” she murmured. And then she leaned forward. “I just… I’ve been trying to process things, alright? How is it that you married another man days after you got your heart broken?” ‘Hours,’ I nearly corrected her. But who’s counting? “A billionaire, nonetheless. You know, I’ve been reading about him a lot lately. I still can’t believe ‘you’ were able to attract him. Wow.”

He hissed. "I do have my things going. I am not the eldest son..." he didn't give many details. He was really a billionaire.. I didn't know if I should cry or laugh that I was married to a billionaire. It just made it obvious how screwed I was. I had threatened a billionaire to marry me. He was more powerful than I thought.

It was all part of the plan. With my husband dead, I returned to my old city and sought out Jared. It wasn’t a very hard thing to do because he’d made a name for himself and become a billionaire. It was all good for me—like icing on the cake. I was more than sure that the bond we’d once shared was stronger than any new attachment he could form. When I heard he was married I brushed it off as nothing, like it was a complete joke. All it took was for me to show up and Jared became entranced by my charm instantly leading to an inevitable divorce with his wife. But the story didn’t quite go as planned.

“What would you have me do, come on?” “Really? It was not even like he was entirely wrong! You have refused to marry me legally ever since you have divorced her. You kept giving ridiculous excuses that you didn’t want to rush things as you just left a marriage and it would not look good for me, but look at her! Did you see her back there?! She fucking married another person a day after she left and she does not look like she was regretting shit at all!” “You know I am doing this for you. For us. You are taking this way too personally.”

He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing." I laughed out loud, "Well, it's my pleasure that you're embarrassed," I mused as I carefully tucked my card in my bag. I couldn't help but notice that the man before me seemed different. It wasn't the grumpy volatile Mark I lived with. If only he was this understanding and communicating in our marriage, maybe I wouldn't have had any desire to leave the marriage.