Divorce Billionaire Heiress Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Kyle's POV The scotch burns a path down my throat. Glass after glass. The bottle's nearly empty now, but the anger still burns hotter than the alcohol. Divorce. The word echoes in my mind, mocking my control. How dare she? After everything I've given her—the lifestyle, the security, the position—she dares to hand me divorce papers? My office is too quiet. Too dark. The city lights spread out below my penthouse window, a sea of possibilities I've always controlled. Until now.

"Rhea is back in the country. She is the only woman I ever loved, and I am going to marry her. You knew this from the start, Kiara. Our marriage was just a business deal for my sick grandfather. He is dead now. The deal is over. I don't need to play this boring game with you anymore." Rhea walked up and stood next to Aryan. She laughed softly. "Don't cry now, Kiara. Aryan is being very generous. He is giving you a million dollars in the divorce settlement. For a poor orphan like you, that is a lot of money. You can go buy a small house somewhere and live comfortably." Kiara looked at Rhea, and then at Aryan. For three years, she gave this man her heart, her time, and her respect. And he was

I do love him but my family always placed our business first before any other thing. Jake was the son of Elon Reagan, CEO of a billionaire conglomerate. Jake was a rich spoiled brat who engaged in all forms of social abnormalities. He always slept around with women and always at one club or another; sometimes I wonder how I fell for such a man. I guess love is truly blind for I was blinded by love. At first I didn't read any meaning into his actions but I felt detached from the relationship so I had to take a slow step back.

“Malachi says for some reason that he still wants to be married to that girl, Antonia. Now I know Antonia hasn’t done much to us, but that’s the issue, she can’t do much. Marrying her would bring no prospects to the family, meanwhile, the lovely girl Malachi is refusing is Skye Rogers. She’s from the prestigious Rogers family. They’ve known each other since they were kids. Why doesn’t he want her?” I do not hear anything else Sienna says until she finishes, and when she does, only one thing is ringing in my head as I get up and nod to her, my tone dark as I respond. “I’ll handle it.” I find Malachi in one of the libraries in the mansion and he looks up immediately he senses he’s not alone. A

"From a man who walked away without explanation." "Or perhaps," Navarro's voice was practiced, "you saw an opportunity. A child could be Insurance. Especially after your father's death made you a billionaire heiress." Hailey's face went pale. "That's not...I would never..." "You married Maxwell Kingston three days after inheriting your father's company," Navarro pressed. "A man you barely knew. Doesn't that seem... Planned?" "I married him because I needed protection." Her voice was shaking now. "From people like you. From a media circus. From Floyd showing up with lawyers trying to take my son."

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

“This is what you have against me? It’s your job as his mother to —“ “No,” I cut him off. “It was our job as responsible parents to take care of our son. But when, as the father, you leave it all to the mother and still treat her like trash, I don’t see how me divorcing you hurts so much. Especially when you’re going to be getting married to your mistress.” “Elara,” Vivienne begins out of nowhere, her voice soft and fucking pretentious. “There’s no need for all these drama. The doctors are — “

"My baby will not be born into poverty. I didn't leave my life to be the wife of a bankrupt loser. If you want this child, if you want me, you better find a way to crush whoever is stealing our business." She grabbed her belly, a sudden wince of pain crossing her face. "Oh... he’s kicking. He’s stressed because you’re stressing me. Are you happy now? You’re hurting your own son!" She stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door so hard a vase on the console fell. I stood in the dark living room, the silence of the penthouse feeling like a tomb again. I looked at the folder the investigator had given me. The Hale Estate. I needed that land. I needed that wine. And I needed the woman running it