Divorce Billionaire Heiress Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vivienne Laurent woke before dawn. She always did. The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Glass walls revealed Paris stretching endlessly beneath her, rooftops washed in early morning blue. From the outside, the penthouse was a dream. Inside, it felt like a museum she wasn’t allowed to touch. Vivienne lay still, staring at the ceiling, replaying the previous night. Daniel. His voice—steady, familiar. The way he had looked at her like she was still the girl who’d shared secrets with him on a cracked sidewalk. Not a billionaire heiress. Not Margaux Laurent’s ornamental stepdaughter.

I said, pouring myself another glass. “That's not supposed to be news for you. Of course she will know, she is the CEO and heir of a 500 fortune company,” he said and I nodded. “You think she is going to bid for the company?” I asked him. He scoffed, “she would be stupid not to,” he said and I glared at him. “Not cool bro,” I said. “I know, I'm sorry,” he apologized. “Wow,” I poured another bottle, “so my ex-wife is going to own my company,” I said.

Maybe, my mother would still be alive. She was left with nothing when she married my father. But still, she built a fortune in the next five years. And when my grandpa died, he left his years of hard work for her which made her a billionaire. I think my father knew what was going to happen. And he waited for the right time. Right time to take the money, business, and her life. But she flipped his world when she left everything for me. His perfect plan was ruined but our lives... I want to ask him why he betrayed us. Was there something concerning from which he couldn't move past, or was it simply just his choice?

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

“I can’t believe you wasted one year of your life with that motherfucker for nothing.” We sighed heavily together the moment Avery finished speaking, and landed on the coach at the same time. Lily sat on the remote control mistakenly, turning up the volume of the tv in the process, which brought our attention to the tv. “Oh my God!” We whispered together, staring mouth-wide open at the man on the screen as the news was broadcasted. “I can’t believe you got divorced on the same day as the world’s wealthiest man.”Avery said finally breaking the silence. “I know right? I can’t believe Douglas Prime is now single.”

I was in my office that morning, reviewing the Q3 projections for Cross Industries when my legal advisor, Marcus, knocked once and let himself in. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said, sliding a manila envelope across my desk. I raised a brow. “If it’s another acquisition rumor…” “Not a rumor,” he said quickly. “A petition.” Then he paused, “A divorce petition.” That caught my attention because what the hell is my business with a divorce? I opened the file and scanned the details quickly, my brows furrowed in concentration. Sophia Hale Cross. Something about the name stood out to me.

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.

Long, liquid, and undeniably dramatic. I stared at it in horror and admiration. Then I looked up. “Are you trying to marry me off to your enemies or to the world’s wealthiest widow collection?” His gaze flicked to the dress. “It suits you.” “It looks like it was made for a queen with excellent revenge plans.” “That’s what I thought.” I narrowed my eyes. “That was not a normal thing to say.” “No one ever accused me of being normal.” I muttered under my breath, “That much is painfully obvious.”

Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, streaking the glass like tears. Sophia Chen stood perfectly still in the center of the marble foyer, her silk dress clinging to her skin where water had splashed up from the storm drain below. She’d walked through the downpour without an umbrella – let it soak through every layer of her carefully constructed life. The papers on the mahogany desk in front of her were crisp, white, and final. Divorce Agreement. Four words that split her world in two.