Divorce Billionaires Heiress Novels & Stories

“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.”

"And what did you say?" "That I'd pass it along," she said. "Which I'm now doing." She put her hands on my shoulders and I let myself lean back into them for just a second. "Are you happy?" she asked. I looked at myself in the mirror. Victoria Hale. Twenty-nine years old. Founder and CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion companies in the world. Owner of her own name, her own story, and every piece of ground she stood on. The daughter of a woman who had survived things that should have destroyed her. And in about forty minutes, about to walk down an aisle in Paris toward a man who had chosen her on purpose, every single day, through every version of who she was still becoming.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

As Theodore opened the car door for her, Alicia slipped her hand into his. The simple gesture felt precious. Family had never given her good memories. But after a billionaire caused her divorce and blew her old life apart, she’d been given something better: a chance to build her own, and love them with a kind of love she had never known.

Thiago kept silent. The clerk lowered his head and processed the divorce. Kira looked at her watch and said, “Please hurry up; I’ve got things to do.” “I see in the materials that you don’t have children. Are there any assets to be divided?” the clerk asked. Kira said, “No.” Thiago was silent. He originally wanted to give her some financial compensation, but she refused. Now she was the heiress of the Hamilton Group. The money he could give seemed more like an insult to her.

“Little did I know that Desmond was in for my money and never loved me.” “ After we got married, my father reluctantly gave me a few shares. Not long after, my mother died in a car crash and the shock pushed my father into a coma. He never woke up.” “Suddenly the mansion felt empty, accounts frozen, the calls stopped and everything that was once mine was gone.” “I did everything in secret to elevate Desmond through my design skills but instead of a reward, I got a divorce, betrayal, and nearly died. My third wedding anniversary was the night everything went wrong in my life because I found out the truth and wanted to fight back.”

He was too perplexed to say anything however when everyone had gone he went to the living room and found Monica busy on her phone "Yeah yeah…it turns out the pauper is a princess… as a fairytale"Monica said with a sarcastic smile knowing full well the girl he called worthlessly was made out of gold Vivienne didn't understand what was happening here. She was the heiress to everything Frank lewis owned. As their biological daughter, Vivie was an instant Billionaire. How funny "Can you imagine…she's like the same level as…my brother," Kyan mumbled, smiling at himself. This was huge for everyone to digest. Vivienne being a Lewis was something big

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.

She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come? I felt a strange ache settle in my chest like my heart was caught between disbelief and regret. What happened to her after our divorce? Where has she gone? And how did she become the heiress of the King's Empire? I watched her carefully. Her dress, long and black, clung perfectly to her curves. Her makeup was soft but flawless and her hair flowed in elegant waves. She has a beauty that has always been there but now, it's mixed with power and pride and something else...