After Divorce I Married A Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

There was no way he was going to believe that bullshit of hers, that she was not in any way attracted to him since their marriage. "I, do, not, care, Mr billionaire. I am now very much interested in men, even if I had not really been in the past before this marriage. And, I would end up dating as many as I can, after I get out of this wicked family. I will cover up every good thing that I had failed to see until now. Now if you don't mind, I can gladly send the divorce papers again by tomorrow, now that you know that this marriage is not even worth anything."

When the Greens and the Smiths ranked at the bottom, the Hurts were at the top. Bryce had it all, name and status. In the past, I never imagined that I would ever meet him. Our worlds were far apart after all. And yet, that man was now my husband. After one drunken mistake, I kissed my way into the billionaire's life. And now, our paths crossed, and we were entangled, with a marriage certificate to seal the deal. It almost felt like a dream. I mean, after I divorced Andrian, the possibility of another marriage never crossed my mind until I made a deal with Aunt Rosa.

He sighed deeply. “I didn’t forget. I just didn’t tell you yet. The doctor said you were stressed and still recovering. I didn’t want to add more to it. I wanted you to heal first.” My heart softened at his words. “I’m fine now. I want to know,” I said. He stayed silent for a moment. Then he spoke. “My grandfather left me an inheritance. I couldn’t get it unless I was married, so I made a plan. I would marry someone… then divorce her after I got it.”

Eight years ago when I married a billionaire I thought my life would be a lot better, that I don't have to worry about money, that I'm gonna have someone by my side no matter what happens. But now I'm just a whore to that same man. Being kicked to the curb with no money in my bank account. How funny life has become.

Her cheeks turned into red. "You don't need to marry me again, baby. I'm contented for having you in my life. It's enough for me to marry you twice. I know that you love me and you want to live with me forever, but to marry you again isn't my priority. My priority is to make you happy every day. I love you, baby. I'll be forever thankful because you're given to me. I was a poor woman, but you accepted me," she said. "You're no longer a poor woman. Your dad is a rich man and your husband is a billionaire. You're not a poor woman now. You married a handsome billionaire," he said happily.

Before I could finish speaking, he kissed me again. … When it ended, it was dawn. I was so tired that I could not even open my eyes. But Thomas was in a good mood. He hugged me and said happily, “Yvonne, let’s have another wedding.” I opened my eyes blearily. “Why?” He clutched my fingers and whispered, “We never treated our marriage seriously when we first got married. I find it rather regrettable.” That was true. Back then, he needed a suitable wife, and I needed money as well as status.

He opened the backdoor and gestured to get in. At that moment I realized people were staring and whispering. Some whispering. >She married a billionaire and now thinks she is something >She's shameless...a showoff >Why does she even work here when she is the wife of a billionaire now >I heard she is raking billionaires now...she has a Hargrave, now she wants a Geezran. I felt embarrassed and quickly went into the car. This wasn't the kind of life I wanted and yet people judged me for it.