Become The Richest Woman After Divorce の小説・ストーリー

Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, and he hastily attempted to intervene, but I cut him off. "We are DIVORCED, Grandpa! Lysander sent me Divorce papers and threw me out of his house, naked!" "How dare he do that to the daughter of the richest business tycoon in Nether? He must pay for that, Ivy!" Grandpa protested, his voice echoing in rage. He assured me three years ago that as long as I am happy with Lysander, he will continue supporting my marriage. Lysander isn't aware of my status as the hidden Trillionaire boss of WASTON GROUP, the most influential and richest corporation in Nether.

Lily’s face soured, but she still agreed to it. “Sign the divorce agreement. I’ll give you a week’s time to pack your things. As for the divorce procedure, you don’t have to bother about it. I—” “No need for that.” I interrupted her and gave her a flattering smile. “Within three days, I’ll return Shaun to you.” Before Lily left, she gave me a puzzled look. “You’re leaving him so readily?” What a weirdo! Was I supposed to kick up a fuss and then delay till I get my twenty million?

Three years after her operation, everything was going well and despite her efforts, she had ended up divorcing this doctor and with the divorce had pocketed half of his assets. Everything was going well because she had no more symptoms and had even gone on with her life. She met a businessman who had a chain of hotels, the man fell hopelessly in love with her and married her. He was quite old and in fragile health and some time after the marriage, he passed away bequeathing all his fortune to her. Amanda renamed his empire Clark and became one of the most influential real estate owners in the world through hard work and intelligence.

“Where did all that upbringing get us? You and Dad are divorced, Dad lost everything—his money, the company—and you…” “I’m living my best life with Greg,” she interrupts, the forced cheer in her voice masking the emptiness behind it. “Greg?” I blink, trying to keep up. “I thought it was David?” She waves her hand dismissively. “Oh, him? That ended ages ago. Greg is better—by far.” And by better, she means richer. Since the divorce, Mom has latched onto one wealthy man after another, using their affluence to keep her lifestyle afloat, a survival tactic after the meager settlement from my father.

- he coughed out gently as he reminded them again. A hint of impatience crossed Alison’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but phone Dickson to ask about her sister whereabout, “Dickson, do you know where my sister has been?” Dickson froze because he did not know the answer to this question. Five years ago, after their divorce, Dickson thought Amanda was going to keep harassing him or at least make a scene! Unexpectedly, the next day, Amanda moved out. She took nothing with her but her IDs, not even the bank card that had 200 million dollars in it despite granting her, her last wish.

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.

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she slowly turned in a circle, absorbing the space around her. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in a ballroom filled with hundreds of people, smiling guests, glittering gowns, and expensive champagne. Her ex-husband had stood across from her. Victor Hale. One of the city’s most respected businessmen. After five years of a marriage of convenience together, he had handed her divorce papers. In front of everyone. Aurora exhaled slowly. The memory still felt unreal. She had signed the documents calmly, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.

I rolled my eyes, bulging my eyes as I looked at my plate. If only he knew my net worth was far superior to his! His entire family's net worth was less than 30% of mine. "Yeah... maybe you're right. But for now, all that is going to charity. I already signed the paperwork for it, darling; there's no going back!" I said, making a mental note to sign that divorce paper as soon as possible. "Alright, sweetheart. You're a smart girl; I know you'll make good choices," he said as he placed his hand on the side of my head, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

I let the smirk fade from my face, my tone dropping into a cold warning. “Let this serve as a warning to you, Justin. I’m not your average wife—and I’m definitely not the Alexa who used to cry and beg for your love. For your information, we are getting divorced. So, watch how you linger around me. Remember, seventy percent of your company shares are at stake here. Seven days from now, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to spare your precious properties. Wisen up, Justin… and don’t let your wicked mother drag you straight to hell.” I turned a sharp, cutting glare toward Felicia. She stood frozen, her face flushed with humiliation, her body stiff like she’d just been caught in the middle of a

Then she saw the headline that made everything worse. BILLIONAIRE ANTONIO MORETTI'S EX-WIFE MAKES SHOCKING RACING COMEBACK AFTER MESSY DIVORCE She clicked on the article before she could stop herself, read words that reduced her accomplishment to a response to heartbreak rather than her own choice.