Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella Novels & Stories

SOPHIA “First you were his secret caretaker, then his secret lover. He married you in secret, then divorced you in secret… and what about now? Once again, you're his lover in secret. It's like you're doing it all over again and it makes me wonder if you've got a thing for humiliation” Isabella's words rang in my head on and on like a broken record. No matter how hard I tried to erase them all from my mind; her voice, her smile and that look in her eyes when she spoke to me, I couldn't.

"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.

she murmured, “you always did think you could run from me.” But Isabella had run to the wrong place, into the arms of a billionaire, into wealth, into luxury. Luxury that she actually wanted for herself . Clarissa hadn’t missed the stories. The whispers on those obscure wedding blogs. She remembered the night she saw the headline. Runaway Russian secretary marries Wall Street’s most dangerous billionaire. Clarissa had dropped her wine glass. The single blurry photo of Isabella in a white dress beside a man whose face had the cold, lethal handsomeness of power.

He gazed at me. “Oh, you are the famous Alanna Clarkson, won't say I am impressed, I am Lucas Vogue; the vogue lady son and the heir to this empire,” Of course, an entitled, spoilt rich kid who feels the world should cater to their inadequacy. “It is a pleasure,” I simply said, even though it wasn't, I could see his eyes trailing after me and that would make the creepy elderly man who was still staring at me, his father. The Vogue Lady's husband. When the Vogue lady talked about him and how he paused his life to support her, I didn't take him for a creepy old man. Maybe Angela was right on how one should never meet their hero.

Ethan was convinced he could break me, turn me into a submissive wife to enhance his own standing. I wasn’t just Bella Sinclair, the former inmate fiancée he could humiliate. I was Isabella Hartman, the trillion-dollar heiress to the Ashcroft throne, the tech dynasty that made Blackvale look like a footnote. I’d taken on a disguise so I could be with him, so I could keep myself from being mistaken for his enemy. But I had been blinded by love, and betrayal had opened my eyes. I was done hiding. My hands shook when I reached for my phone again, opening up to a number I hadn’t dialed in years. After the first ring, a second, a familiar voice came on, calm, expecting this call. “Isabella?”

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?

Isabella's POV The life I want is nothing compared to what I have been served. Everyday feels like a struggle to survive, first my mum now my dad, leaving me with this awful mother and daughter duo. Why didn't I join my mother in the car accident that took her life? Or even died along with my dad when he had cancer. It was a bit better when he was alive, at least I would get a pass 3-4 days when dad wasn't on any business trips or working from his office. My step mom Vivian and sister Charlotte have one good goal in life, making me miserable in every possible way.

"Maximo Collins, heir to the prestigious billionaire family, is more in love than ever with his new spouse, the beautiful heiress Isabella Sinclair, they have become a cover couple." Valeria read in an article in one of her favorite magazines, with a photo of the couple, staring at each other with their eyes shining. The girl tore the page angrily, things were not supposed to end like this, because she should be the one who should appear with Maximo. That wasn't fair, why, if Isabella was homeless, why did she have to end up like this? Everyone praised that girl and Valeria always had to find them in every news story. That Isabella was beautiful, that she looked perfect, that she looked kind

I said. “Aunty T, if I'm following correctly. Are you saying that Bella is the missing daughter of the Powell family?” Lissa asked, surprised. “Thee, Isabella Powell that has been missing for 15 years?” She added, getting excited. I looked at my mother, shocked waiting for her to answer. “Yes that is what I was coming around to say but you beat me to it,” she said, sighing. “Bella, your biological name is Isabella Powell. You were kidnapped and sold to traffickers but somehow ended up in the orphanage where we found you,” she added.

Elena looked very surprised, as if Isabella had committed some unforgivable act in her eyes. "So what did you expect me to be like? Naively waiting for you to set a trap for me and then obediently walk into it?" Isabella pointed out mercilessly the things Elena had done. Not giving Elena a chance to speak, Isabella continued, "Ms. Elena, you don't need to worry about what Alexander will do with me, I tell you, I'm already married. My husband is waiting for me outside right now. I'll leave first." Leaving her words hanging, Isabella picked up her bag and left, without even glancing at the so-called dishes Elena ordered that she supposedly liked.