Divorce Billionaire Heiress Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Before you say anything, let me explain. I straightened in my chair, ready to set everything out. "First, let me properly introduce myself. My name is Victoria Branson. I'm 27 years old, and I graduated from the Business School of Toronto. I make $700,000 a year, I have my own house, and I own my car. Adrian looked at me, clearly intrigued but still a little skeptical. "Alright." "I'm just going to be honest with you," I continued, my voice firm. "My grandmother left me her business. It's a huge opportunity, but there's one condition-she stipulated in her will that I must be married to inherit it."

I sat in that fluorescent hallway staring at the empty line where a whole man used to be, and for one second the size of it caught in my throat, that I was writing him out of their story with a twelve-dollar filing f*e, that if I did this right they'd grow up never knowing what that blank was meant to hold. Then the clerk called next, and it was over, and I signed my new old name at the bottom. The ink went down clean and final. Aurora Bennett. No one's ex-wife. No one's failure. Four Bennetts coming, a job sorting fabric, a room with a screaming radiator, and not one thing left that Damien Blackwood could take. I walked out into the sun feeling, for the first time, like I'd gotten away clea

He turned back to her. “You thought I married you because I loved you ... hell No ... even though you never told I knew you were the heir to your fucking father’s wealth” he snarled, drawing a chair for him to sit on ... “Your woes began the day you left Gaius and became a divorcee. That fact that you were lonely, seeking expression and had a low self – esteem of your fucking self was a ground that I could use to penetrate your fucking strong hold ... you were never really attractive to me ...” “So, what’s all this epistle all about now ?” She asked, regaining her voice back ....

Just this money alone was enough for her to buy a dozen private islands. Nicole took a cursory glance at the funds, stocks, real estate, and bank balances. She felt a little dazzled. A thought suddenly flashed in her mind. If they got divorced, she would get a good share of the money. She was the one who would get the better end of the deal! Nicole slowly looked up at him and felt a little nervous. “Why are you showing me this?” Clayton smiled and said, “Babe, I’m very rich and won’t go bankrupt for a while. So, don’t worry about my fortune and just swipe my card!”

“Ah, but let me see, I recognize your face. You’re that rich cunt aren’t you that was married to the billionaire hotel man, Xander Staniopolis. You will be worth more to me than the cash in your purse.” “It’s not like that, he and I are divorced now.” His grip is so tight around my arm that it feels as if he is digging into the bone now as he drags me down an alley. It stinks, there are nothing but large garbage bins lined on either side, old cardboard boxes lay strewn around. It makes me shudder. “You would have had a pay out from the divorce, a settlement. You can’t fool me.” He uses his other hand and whips out his mobile from his jean pocket. It looks like he is scrolling and taking a p

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

He might be a billionaire, but he was also the man that had struggled, he was also the man that had known pain. And Abigail knew that those two things together, could be an amazing force for good. After all, look at her, look at Lyall. They had suffered, and so, they were willing to endure great personal hardships to stop that same suffering in others. Abigail knew that was Mark's heart, too. Abigail knew he was better than her, than Lyall, than all of them put together. And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history.

Kyera's face remained straight ever as she spoke her mind, everyone in the office now watching both of them exchanging words instead of joining in the discussion. “You must be in your head with one of those fairy tale novels you read again. I don't blame you,” Taylor cocked an eyebrow at her. “Whatever you say,” Kyera rolled her eyes flippantly, and took her seat behind her desk, “I am reading one now though. The lady is a rich one, and she is tough,” she mumbled. “I don't care. It is probably your regular books again,” Taylor dismissed. “No, it is not. Why am I even talking a lot?” Kyera's lips pursed as opened her laptop and switched it on, “After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billlionaire, is

"You know, back in New York, Ryan didn't even know I was the heiress to a company. This side of me have been kept hidden away for over a year and now that I've come into it, it just kind of consumed me. Am I making sense?" "I clearly understand what you mean. I mean, it ain't until my divorce that I'd opened up a chicken store and am now slowly discovering that I have some killer cooking skills" I laughed wholeheartedly at his last words. "And those are truly some killer cooking skills" "I know, right? You're lucky you get freebies off me. That porridge you ate earlier could have broken a world record" "Yes, yes" Our 'little' chat made our walk so fun that I didn't want the night to end. Bei

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’