Divorce Billionaires Heiress Novels & Stories

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.

She would oust everyone that got in her way before she finally took over MEL-CO and became a billionaire heiress. She awaited the day her name would be blaring in the headlines of each media house and press. ‘Ivy Meyer takes over the MEL-CO conglomerate and becomes the newest billionaire heiress.’ The one feat that Zoe had achieved effortlessly. She would make sure to do so, too. Oh, and do so while drinking a glass of whiskey on Zoe Oliver’s grave. But her father was missing! The man she had gone through hoops and troops to find out where he had been locked up had suddenly disappeared, thwarting her plans.

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

Ashley’s screams echoed down the hallway as Maya walked away, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Tears rolled down Maya’s eyes as she remembers all what she went through because of her, and she wiped them away with her finger before putting on her sunglasses. As she walked out of the hospital, a news played on the television screen with the tag: the youngest billionaire in the world, Lance Wells, had returned to the country with his two daughters after a successful launch in Beijing.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.

’ No wonder those internet detectives exhausted all their energy and still could not find out the person behind this account handle. Nicole used $800 million to buy out the entire live stream session so that the live streamer could shop for her remotely in Europe. While everyone was busy berating her, she had quietly assumed her identity as the billionaire heiress!

Bella seemed sincere, but in her heart was fury; she had no wish to lose all the wealth that divorce from David would bring. “I know that. Very well. You give David back to me, and you may divorce him. I shall give you plenty of money, for I am no longer the Olivia of old.” Olivia was satisfied, for now she was the heiress of the Levine conglomerate, though neither David nor Bella yet knew it.

The woman he considered as a daughter. “He won’t be losing out on anything, Isaac if he doesn’t carry the Bodega name. Nor will I.” “That leaves me in a bind then, Kenna. Since you are the heiress to all of this!” His arms make a sweeping motion to indicate everything. “I realize that but I still have the trust fund money unless you decide to cut that off, it’s worth a billion dollars and I have the money that Xander was giving me. You see, Isaac, Mother - I am a secret billionairess in my own right now.”

I would hear them murmuring each time I visited his company. "He deserves better. Good thing he's dumping her for Kylie." "Yeah, she is SO much better than this slob!" Little did they know, I was the secret heiress of the second-wealthiest family in our nation. My best friend Brooks Piercen is the richest man in the nation. Brooks was the owner of a massive chain of restaurants, culinary schools, and the best dairy farms slash petting zoos you could ever visit. Yes, Brooks was a downright southern cowboy, down to the core, but he was also a great chef, and a fierce business tycoon.