After Divorce She Becomes The Billionaire Heiress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.

"Hailey?" "Exactly." She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs facing me. That was when I saw how angry she was. I read the headline again to be sure I was not hallucinating. "Strange Lady Marries Into The Johnson Family and Carries The Heir of The Billionaire CEO and Multiple Time Award winning Business Man of the Year, Jared Johnson." I raised my eyes to her face. "Keep reading." She urged. I scrolled down to see more headline news about her. "Billionaire CEO Jared Johnson Finally Ties The Nuptial Knot With The Lady Who Accused Him Of Sexually Harassing And Impregnating Her."

Her eyes lit up as she let out a giggle. The question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind since I met Belle finally won the battle so I asked, “What's a textbook billionaire?” As though she had been waiting for the question, she clapped her hands together and turned to me, beaming. She raised her finger and began counting, “Ridiculously wealthy. Powerful. Mysterious. Always in control. Emotionally unavailable and probably brooding half the time.” The list was good till that. A stern frown settled on my face as the words ‘emotionally unavailable’ flashed in my head repeatedly.

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

Cold water ran over her fingers as soap foam clung to her skin. She could hardly believe how her life had turned out. A woman who once stood at the top had become a live-in wife, all to repay a debt of kindness. Now, her hands were soaked in grease and detergent, the sharp scent refusing to fade; the contrast was almost cruel, from power and influence to silence and servitude. Yet her expression remained calm, as if she had long accepted this fate, burying every trace of pride deep within her heart, because today was special. Today marked the third anniversary of her relationship with Alexander, and in five days, their agreement would end.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

“The house will be transferred to you, you will have both cars and there will be a monthly allowance.” Compensated!!! The word echoed cruelly. She let out a small, broken laugh. “I don’t want your money.” His brow creased. “Don’t be unreasonable.” The irony nearly shattered her. Unreasonable!! She had never asked for his love. Never demanded his time. Never questioned his cold silences or endless absences. She had been the perfect wife by disappearing. Ava reached for the pen. Her hand shook. “You won’t regret this?” she whispered. Ethan paused.

"And what did you say?" "That I'd pass it along," she said. "Which I'm now doing." She put her hands on my shoulders and I let myself lean back into them for just a second. "Are you happy?" she asked. I looked at myself in the mirror. Victoria Hale. Twenty-nine years old. Founder and CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion companies in the world. Owner of her own name, her own story, and every piece of ground she stood on. The daughter of a woman who had survived things that should have destroyed her. And in about forty minutes, about to walk down an aisle in Paris toward a man who had chosen her on purpose, every single day, through every version of who she was still becoming.