Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

Probably calling his lawyers, planning his counterattack. Let him. I’d spent two years being small, being quiet, being the wife he wanted me to be. But that Aria was gone. I was Aria Myles now. Billionaire heiress. CEO of a manufacturing empire. A woman who’d walked away from everything once and survived. And this time, I wasn’t walking away. I was taking back everything that was mine. My company. My name. My life. Jason Hartley had no idea whom he’d married.

, so that means you're richer than not only Derick but Andrew as well and you're the first female trillionaire,” Kim said, the joy in her voice and eyes unable to hide itself anymore.I chuckled softly at Kim’s excitement, shaking my head. “I wouldn’t say trillionaire just yet, but yes, I’m doing better than I ever thought possible. And honestly, it’s not about being richer than Derick or Andrew. It’s about finally being in control of my life and securing a future for Tristan and this baby.”Kim leaned back on the couch, her arms crossed as she studied me. “Girl, you’re out here breaking glass ceilings and living every rags-to-riches fairytale I’ve ever read. I mean, come on, Ava—first female

"I’m Adrian. What’s your name?" "Beatrice," she mumbled, her voice shaky. She glanced around, looking for something, probably for her bag. I followed her gaze to the passenger seat, and she seemed to relax a little when she spotted it. "Can I have it back?" she asked as though it wasn’t her property. Suspicious.

I cut him, “soon to be his ex-wife” “Give me two months. I’ll prove that my expertise can not only stabilize your numbers but also improve them” “That’s a big request you’re asking for. I should put my company at such risk because you’re trying to seek revenge? what if doesn’t work out the way you planned it in your head” he said “Give me a chance, if it doesn’t work out, I’d pay you 2 billion dollars in cash as compensation for your company’s finances,” I said sounding more confident.

How dare this woman judge her? Nicky puffed air out of her nostrils as she struggled with her heavy coat. “Believe it or not, everyone knows a lot about you, Fiona. That’s what happens when you’re a billionaire heiress, and your life is written up in magazines and on social media. Don’t drag him into that world. He doesn’t belong there, and you know it.” Pulling on her knit hat, she sighed, as if trying to extinguish the heated conversation. “Thanks again for breakfast. It

I stood up, my voice trembling with rage. "You took my company, my money, my home, everything! You even tried to kill me, but God saved me!" Tears streamed down my face as I continued, my voice breaking. "And now you're here to drain me of the last shred of my dignity. Do you have any conscience? Why are you so evil?" She offered me a handkerchief, but I recoiled, refusing to take it. "Darling, why are you crying?" she asked, her voice devoid of any real concern. She shook her head, pretending to be sympathetic. "I'm just trying to keep your valuables safe."

’ No wonder those internet detectives exhausted all their energy and still could not find out the person behind this account handle. Nicole used $800 million to buy out the entire live stream session so that the live streamer could shop for her remotely in Europe. While everyone was busy berating her, she had quietly assumed her identity as the billionaire heiress!

"Have you seen the headlines? Call me immediately." Then there was a voicemail from my bank. A text from an investor I hadn't spoken to in two years. A missed call from my accountant. My heart was hammering as I opened the news app. The headline filled my screen, black, bold and enormous. "BILLIONAIRE CEO NORA HAMILTON RETURNS—HAMILTON GLOBAL STOCK SURGES 34% OVERNIGHT." Below the headline was a photo. It was Nora… Nora, my wife. HOW?

If Maeva flinched or lashed out, the entire global market would watch the Sterling heiress abuse a victim in real-time, destroying her company by midnight. "Strike me!" Liora screamed, tears welling in her eyes as she took another aggressive step forward. "Show the world what you are! Show them how you and Kasen abuse anyone who stands in your way!" Maeva didn't flinch. She didn't raise her hand, and she didn't look at the camera. With slow, agonizingly calm steps, she turned her back on Liora. She walked over to the gilded sink. She turned on the gold faucet, letting the warm water hum through the quiet room. She took a pump of expensive lavender soap, washing her hands as if she were clean

She wore ripped jeans and a silk camisole, hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot, but the energy coming off her could’ve powered half of Manhattan. She shoved a flute of champagne into my hand. Bubbles raced up the glass like tiny fireworks. “To freedom,” she said, clinking her glass against mine so hard I thought it might crack. “And to the bitch who finally stopped apologizing for breathing.” I took a long sip. The cold fizz burned down my throat in the best way. “I signed the papers,” I said. “I know. Theo texted me screenshots of the headlines. ‘Heiress Dumps Billionaire in Dramatic Courthouse Showdown.’ Iconic.”