Divorce Billionaires Heiress Novels & Stories

If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals. He lived an absolutely miserable life. One day, the heiress' first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day. In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go. She produced the prenup he had signed and said, "You can leave, but you'll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress." Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper's daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.

She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets. On the day the divorce was finalized, Sarah walked out of the courtroom holding Shenina’s hand. Ronan stood on the steps, glaring at her with pure hatred. “You think this is victory?” he spat. “That little settlement won’t last. And your stupid fashion dream? You’ll be broke within six months. Then you’ll come crawling back, begging me to take you in again. Remember my words, Sarah. Without the Vexler name, you are worthless.” Sarah looked at him one last time. “Goodbye, Ronan.”

I was going to divorce my husband and leave. ***** A FEW MONTHS LATER. “Congratulations, Ms. Clarkson. Your babies are stunning.” The Doctor smiled at me as she walked into my room. Babies. She said babies. A few hours ago, I gave birth to two twins. I had divorced my husband and had been stripped of wealth to nothing. For months, I toiled the streets in a faraway town trying to pick myself up while carrying the child of my ex-husband. And now, I've had them.

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

Wherever she went, the lights followed, she just walked straight to the stands. Everyone looked at her in surprise, some even recognized who she was. "She's the woman who argued with Laura from Greer's house last time in front of reporters." "Wow, she's so beautiful, no wonder she dares to face Greer's house. It turns out she's also a female billionaire." "A while ago there was a rumor that she was a rich woman abandoned by her husband. It seems the rumors were false. Why is a female billionaire afraid of divorce?" "What? I just know that this beautiful girl from before danced the Lover dance extremely beautifully. I volunteered to kneel here and beg her to debut."

If she had known Rhiannon would start counting, she wouldn’t have said anything. “If I were to pay you the money your family used on my school fees and food since the clothes were always sent by my aunt Melda, I should give at least 20 million if not 10 million. As a kind-hearted person, let me just give you the amounts on top of the billions in my dividends. 72. 5 million. Don’t you think that you guys should send me my a billion?” Rhiannon said with a smirk as she stared at Kaylee who was glaring at her.

I cleared my throat and started to recite everything I had already decided on, “The profits stay a hundred percent mine. We might be married to the world but within these walls, we are not and our private lives must stay separate. There will be no jealousy, nothing of that sort.” He shrugged, “As you will see, all of that is in the deal anyway, no jealousy no falling in love, nothing complicated. It is only a business contract” I swallowed, my next words were going to change everything. “Then I agree, the documents?”

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”

"Did that woman bully you? She did, didn't she, that's why she thought she could get away with treating you like that!" "I don't think she even recognized me," I snort, shaking my head. "I wasn't exactly wearing million dollar jewelry or gowns during the time I was married to George." "Well you should've," he insists, upset on my behalf. "I'll throw her and anyone who came with her out. No one treats you like that. I'll sue them for more than a fifty million necklace." "No, it's all right dad, I can take care of her. I'm no longer just her brother's housewife. I'm a Reina."

Not Amelia Blackwood. The pieces fit together with the kind of clean, undeniable clarity that made for exactly the sort of story Renata's editors lived for. A woman married into one of the country's most powerful families, divorced within days of her three-year anniversary, only to reemerge as the secret heir to an entirely separate fortune, one that by several conservative estimates exceeded even her ex-husband's. By midnight, the story was written and by two in the morning, it had cleared editorial review. By six, it was live on every major financial news platform in the country, accompanied by the six photographs Renata captured from her car and the old wedding photograph pulled from the