Billionaire Divorce Wife Novels & Stories

Cameron replied, just as shocked as I was. “That’s not even the half of it,” Cassandra told us. “Stanley cut Vivienne out of the will. He knew about everything. Apparently, Ellie called him the night before he died. He wrote us all these letters and…” her voice trailed off. “And what? What did he leave you?” Stella prompted. Cassandra beamed at us. “His legacy, his estate, and get this,” she smiled a cute, devilish grin, “a BILLION dollars. Can you believe it? I’m a billionaire!”

It consisted of four bedrooms and two living rooms and was worth more than a million dollars. Finally, Nicole didn't need to live in a dark basement. But as soon as David went bankrupt, he started to think about laying his hands on their house. However, Nicole and David had divorced. Even if he was bankrupt, he couldn't lay his hands on Billy and Nicole's property.

“Kian Lawley— I was shocked which wasn't expected, I had heard a lot about him but never have I thought he would be someone who tortures his wife and makes out with her best friend. "I really want to get a divorce from him. I don't want to go back there or he will kill me." She began to cry and I brought her to my embrace.

Wherever she went, the lights followed, she just walked straight to the stands. Everyone looked at her in surprise, some even recognized who she was. "She's the woman who argued with Laura from Greer's house last time in front of reporters." "Wow, she's so beautiful, no wonder she dares to face Greer's house. It turns out she's also a female billionaire." "A while ago there was a rumor that she was a rich woman abandoned by her husband. It seems the rumors were false. Why is a female billionaire afraid of divorce?" "What? I just know that this beautiful girl from before danced the Lover dance extremely beautifully. I volunteered to kneel here and beg her to debut."

Woods when I'm making fun of her, but when she claimed everything was because of how close we were, I felt awful. Does she consider me a hedonistic billionaire who sleeps with a different woman every day? After all, how could she act so normally following such a passionate kiss—hadn't my kiss even remotely affected her? She is not my wife, so from now on, I won't be calling her Mrs. Woods. My marriage to her is simply based on a contract that I have to use to restrain my feelings for her. "Oh no, Mr. Woods, your grandma sent only one pair of each item, so we should divide them up based on our individual needs." Hearing her voice, I came out of my dream world.

I let out a chuckle when he said that, Trent is a well-known playboy, he loves flirting with beautiful women and testing me was his joy so I just ignored him and walked away. I guess he didn't mind that as he just shrugged his shoulders and walked directly to the new waitress bringing a new round of flirting. I turned to glance at him for a while and shook my head. If only I had the opportunity he has, I would have grabbed it so tightly. I loved my career so dearly. Even while I was married to Tyson, a pretty famous billionaire, I never gave up working. After we got divorced it just seemed like an opportunity to devote more of my time to my job.

"It's not about what you did. It's about what you didn't do. Our marriage is a charade, Amanda. We're both living a lie. Amelia’s back, and she doesn’t want to see you! It’s time for our marriage to terminate. So you have to go!" Amanda’s pale lips quivered like if she had fallen into the frigid water. She asked in disbelief, "You’re divorcing me because she’s back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Amelia away two years ago with your filthy tricks. Promising me that you’ll bore me a son to carry on my family name. Amanda, it’s been two years now and you haven’t given me a female child to talk less of a male

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.

My heart skipped a beat each time our eyes met and I decided to keep myself busy with my phone. However, when I brought out my phone, I was surprised to see several missed calls and messages from Freya. What really caught my attention was the link to a post she sent to my W******p. Curiously, I clicked on the link and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach when I saw the posts circulating on social media. CEO WILLIAMS ANDERSON GOT DIVORCED BY HIS WIFE, AVA SMITH, WHO HAD REFUSED TO PRODUCE HIM WITH A HEIR AFTER THREE YEARS OF MARRIAGE BECAUSE ALL SHE HAD ALWAYS WANTED WAS HIS MONEY.

"Please don't worry, Isaiah. Truthfully, I had to be much more frugal and careful back when I was still living with Victor. One hundred thousand dollars per year is actually a huge amount for someone like me—it's more than enough." "Wait, what did you just say?!" Isaiah's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets in disbelief. Hearing a former billionaire's wife casually claim that a hundred thousand dollars was "a huge amount" of money made him think she must be living in some kind of upside-down, reverse world where nothing made sense.