Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-wife Novels & Stories

[Lincoln] BREAKING NEWS: ARELLA—THE HEIRESS OF WALCOTT EMPIRE, STUNS THE WORLD WITH A BOMBSHELL ANNOUNCEMENT! Arella, ex-wife of billionaire mogul Deric Smith, has officially stepped out of the shadows—and straight into the spotlight. The newly named heir to the Walcott Empire, one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country, is making headlines yet again. But this time, it’s not about business.

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

“They used to live here, but after their mansion burned to the ground, they left the country to forget the tragedy and lived abroad.” “The surname rings a bell to me,” I told her. “I'm sure I’ve heard of the name before, but I’m not sure where.” “It will certainly sound familiar because Philip Phoenix owned the most valuable car company in the world, while his wife, Sophia Phoenix, was the highest-paid model in the modeling industry before she retired. The couple graced the cover of every prestigious magazine, and their success has been the headline of newspapers for years. Everyone in this country has heard of them. Those who haven’t must be living under a rock.”

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course. They made a whooping sum of 30 billion dollars and guess the model most voted for. Yes, Penelope’s yapping the few days to the wedding had paid off. Wife of billionaire business mogul, Cillian Van Hawthorne and mother of her now cold husband. It felt very weird, she now had a husband. One who hated her guts but a husband regardless. “Kallista,” She smiled at her, a smile which she found a bit unsettling. “I don't know what to say about my son marrying a woman different from Penelope at the altar of God.”

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.

But her standing here, insisting something happened with Ella in that car, I can't help but feel flashbacks of the terrible accident. I close my eyes and clear my throat, pushing the painful and powerful memories away. "I won't neglect you because of the promises I made." I watch her smile form, but I hold up a finger. "But Ella is my wife. You should know better than to play games with her." Charlotte's features stiffen as she's obviously annoyed with my answer. "She comes from a humble background, from absolutely nothing. She's JUST a housewife, George. You know she's unfit to be your wife. You've always known it."

My husband called me fat, ugly, and disgusting. Then he used that as an excuse to cheat on me with his secretary, Joanna. I threw him a birthday party, hoping to make him happy, but he chose to spend the night with her instead. Tired and fed up, I signed the divorce papers and walked out of his life. Three years later, I was no longer the unwanted XXL wife of Adrian Wellington. I was Miranda Wright, a billionaire heiress who had just bought my ex-husband’s company under a fake name. When Adrian finally discovered who I was, he was shocked. Then he fell at my feet, pleading for another chance. “Miranda, don’t do this to us.” I ignored him, pulled my hand away, and barked an order at my securi