After Divorce I Married A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Oh dear, you just got yourself implicated. "And I don't bear any grudge against you, Moore, not when you no longer bear my last name. When, get this done with already, old man. Time is of the essence to me." "I divorced him already, Father. I'm no longer married to Grey," she countered, causing a slight chuckle from me. Well, news flash, dear, you got divorced the same day you got married to another. Ironic life of a billionaire's daughter. "You're married to Mr. Giordano, Moore. You're now Mrs. Giordano, and your wedding is tomorrow."

Well, good riddance because damn! There was no way her and her husband dearest were going to escape what I had for them. She had some nerve. Coming into my home, almost ruining things for Scarlett and I, all for a few millions, while she was still married to the fucker I made swear I would never set my eyes on him again. Yeah, they asked for every bit of what I was going to serve to them on a gold dish. With these, I couldn't help but wonder what then was in the second envelope, the brown one.

This is what I get, a surprise birthday present from my husband of 3 years and my college best friend. This is what I get after putting an end to my acting career because he found it uncomfortable. Right there, my eyes widened in realization. Right after I quit my acting career, his agency signed Bianca as an actress and soon, she became a top star. Rage blinded my vision. It felt hard to breathe. “After all you married her because her family was indebted to the mafia Lord.” “I know right." His voice was thick with desire. “The bitch! She just needed to avoid being offered to the Mafia Lord in place of her wretched family's debt."

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”

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’

Marrying a billionaire required corporate compliance and board-level approvals, or so Cary’s mother had told me. She needed time to make sure my exit wouldn’t rattle the family business—and that took thirty days. Anyway, I’d already got two signed copies of the agreement. For the last thirty days, pretending to be a compliant wife wasn’t that hard. After I left Cary, I’d need to find a new job. No rush—the settlement would keep me comfortable. What I worried about most was how to tell my parents I was divorced. They were conservative. When I told them I’d married suddenly three years ago, they disapproved—convinced I had sold myself to a billionaire to pay for my mother’s illness.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

I see now how isolated she must have felt, how she was left to fend for herself in a house that should have been a sanctuary but was instead a place of torment. My heart tightens as I think of her now, not just as the woman who was once my wife, but as a person who has endured far more than I ever gave her credit for. She is no longer just Aria, my ex-wife; she is Aria, the woman who rose above it all, who became a billionaire in her own right, who found strength in herself when I offered her none. And I? I’m left with the bitter taste of regret, realizing that I was blind to the woman she truly was, the strength she possessed, the struggles she faced.

I tried to reassure him, but deep down I knew some of his words were true. “But Fred just couldn’t love me, well not truly, not the way a happily married man would anyway,” I continued, deciding to leave Nancy out of the picture for now. The man was suffering enough pain lying there in a hospital bed. “It seems that divorce was our best option.” “Thank you, Emily. You’ve always been my favorite,” and he managed a cheeky smile. “I’m just glad to see you are doing well. I’m happy you’ve been able to recover from this atrocity. Now, you take good care of yourself, you hear me?”

I wish I could just move on like it's nothing but I can't. It's so unfair that I am a billionaire and I have all the money in the world, yet I can't keep a steady relationship or marriage. Divorce twice and now Emily is leaving me just two weeks to the wedding and even though I have been nothing but good to all my ex's, I am the one getting all the backlash for their wickedness.