Divorce Billionaires Heiress Novels & Stories

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

At this moment, Bruce’s life meant more to her than anything else. And so, under Aileen’s pressure, Sharon reluctantly signed the divorce agreement. Now, she didn’t even have a chance to see Bruce, and she had to move out of their home overnight. The pouring rain continued as Sharon walked with heavy steps. She had just gotten off public transportation and swayed her way to the small house where she and Bruce had signed the contract. Everything Aileen said was true. Sharon could only bring suffering to Bruce. He used to be wealthy, living a luxurious life. But for Sharon, Bruce was willing to give up everything and lead a simple life.

Whenever disagreements arose, as long as they weren’t serious, his usual response was, "It’s okay. It’s okay. You guys handle it." Anderson laughed coldly. “Back when the divorce was finalized, the president was ruthless—he didn’t leave his ex-wife a single cent. So what’s this all about now? This case is no child’s play; it’s a cross-border investigation with huge implications. And yet, he’s handing it over to her? His ex-wife? Unbelievable.” “Women have their ways—men just step aside,” someone else sneered. “Lawyer Miller, don’t be so bitter. If you could grow into someone like Adriana, which man wouldn’t be charmed?”

It dawned on her that his heart belonged to another woman and there was absolutely nothing that could change that. “I owe you no explanation,” Dennis replied with a tightened expression. “You just have to leave. Hold on, do I need to remind you that our union was never based on our mutual love for each other? I don’t love you. You should know better and stop all the drama.” “Alright, I understand.” Nita sighed. However, she maintained an indifferent outward look. She did not want to look defeated before him. Dennis scanned from her toes to her head, “I know you have nothing to fall back to. I’ll make a cash transfer of one million dollars. That should be enough for you to gather the pieces o

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

"It's not about what you did. It's about what you didn't do. Our marriage is a charade, Amanda. We're both living a lie. Amelia’s back, and she doesn’t want to see you! It’s time for our marriage to terminate. So you have to go!" Amanda’s pale lips quivered like if she had fallen into the frigid water. She asked in disbelief, "You’re divorcing me because she’s back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Amelia away two years ago with your filthy tricks. Promising me that you’ll bore me a son to carry on my family name. Amanda, it’s been two years now and you haven’t given me a female child to talk less of a male

It cut deep; her own mother had branded her a criminal in the blink of an eye. Before Lydia could defend herself, the tension was struck. "Well, Adrian, the Sinclairs are here to negotiate the marriage alliance between you and Natasha. It is destiny. The uniting of the sole heirs to two of the greatest empires in this nation. It’s the single best thing that could ever happen to both our houses." It was a miracle that the patriarch of the family remained completely unbothered by the scandal swirling around the Sinclairs. He had to be incredibly pleased with Natasha to overlook a mess like this.After all she was the Heiress just as he mentioned.

She stammered. “What are you even saying? How can we be needed?" “She is saying Salindra is a bloody billionaire heiress, Madam Celine!” I shouted suddenly, startling everyone and rising to my feet with murderous eyes. Silence instantly fell in the room as the two girls were watching me with rumpled faces. “She is not even Salindra, to begin with,” I added with a lowered voice but angry. “My woman, the same person you all compelled me to reject, is apparently the one and only daughter of the Harrington. Dr. Isabella Harrigton.”

I thought. As I tried to straighten up my hands to call for him to help me but was held by a hand that drew me backwards… Then I managed to raise my face if I could see the person. It's Brenda. Brenda expressed her frustration and concern for me. She has urged me severally to leave Mark, whom she deemed wicked and undeserving. Mark Adrian is my husband and one of the richest CEOs who owns a company. When I got married to Mark Adrian in exchange for the money my parents owed his father during their business contract before my parents died in a motor accident years ago.

I hush her as the news anchor starts to mention a high-profile divorce case. “Billionaire couple Mr. Alexander Adair and Mrs. Anna Adair have announced that they will be splitting apart. Mr. Adair, the worlds hottest billionaire, announced to the media this morning that him and his wife will no longer be together anymore. The reason of the split is unknown but all we know is this high profile divorce case is being handled by one of the brightest, smartest, and fiercest lawyers out there, Ms. Sarah Carter.” The news anchor, Emily, states.