Novel & Cerita Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella

"Isabela, be of your best behavior. She's a woman of class. I had no time to prepare myself. Before I knew it, she was standing in front of me, her gaze sharp and unreadable. Alexander introduced her icily, saying, "Mom." "This is my fiancée, Isabella Bennett." Her eyes glanced over me, and a smile formed on her lips that ended short of her eyes. "Fiancée?" she repeated, her tone as icy as her presence. "You're quite younger than I thought." Her words struck me like a ton of bricks.

"These are the terms. You will be my wife for one year—no more, no less. In exchange, I will settle all the debts of Carter Holdings." The words echoed in her mind. A year. A mere twelve months to preserve what was left of her family’s honor and legacy. But at what cost? Isabella's thoughts churned as she recalled the events that led her here. Her father had passed away years ago, leaving Carter Holdings vulnerable. Vivian, her stepmother, had gambled away every last resource in reckless spending. When the creditors came knocking, Vivian had found a so-called solution: sell Isabella to the highest bidder. And that bidder had been none other than Alexander Kingston.

she repeats turning to her husband beside her He turns his narrowed eyes at me, his lips quivering. I had picked his daughter because she was the easiest target, her father owed me millions of dollars and I needed a wife who would follow my every command. “A play thing!! That’s all she was to you?” Her father turns to me, his voice rising as he speaks. “You didn’t love her!!, you didn’t want her!!” Isabella’s mom continues to cry, “Now she’s in a hospital fighting for her life and she’s about to lose her baby!!” Her eyes narrow down, a lump in her throat forming.

I tolerated it because it didn't interfere with my plans, but this ends right now. The foolish Isabella died at this moment. Enough of enduring and doing what everyone around me imposes. I should never have agreed to marry this heartless man. I'm sorry, Dad, I truly wanted to help you, but I won't become an abused and battered woman. The years of abuse I suffered from my mother were enough. This is where I draw the line. I'm Isabella Sardino, heir not only to your fortune but also to my grandfather's. So if you want to disinherit me, do it. Right now, I don't care about anything.

After a brief pause, she added, "I seem to have misplaced the documentation with the company's signature." "Come on. You reported it at the time and even attempted to bring Sarah's father's company signature to me last night." "I made a mistake.” “They could have saved them if they investigated properly when you reported it.” Mrs. Elizabeth reached for a bag, carefully bringing out a small photo album. She gently swung it open. "This is my daughter," she said softly. "I just want to live a quiet life taking care of her." She raised her hand holding her phone and showed us a picture of her daughter. Then, she tenderly placed the phone over her heart, her expression filled with love and warmth

When I scrolled through my social media, pictures of her with her fiance and caliber of people I could only dream of taking pictures with would greet my sight. She seemed untouchable. "Why don't we find something to hold against her?" Stepdad threw the documents and the envelope across the table close by, relaxing against the sofa. "Something like what? There's no secret nor scandal to use against her. I do not want to lose this house or the wealth, dad." I shuddered whenever I remembered her threat of taking everything away from me. If only she was not that connected or her fiance wasn't that powerful in the country, courtesy of his company — Astra-Z Corporation, I would not be this bothere

Only Isabella is on her list of candidates. Isabella is the vice mayor's daughter and also the granddaughter of the Allen family. It's likely that the entire wealth left by the Allen family will go to her as the sole heir. Mr. Allen had a high reputation during his lifetime, and Eleanor was an elegant and poised lady. Her daughter raised with such manners would surely not disappoint. "My elder daughter, Victoria, is busy with a film shoot today and couldn't make it. Next time when there's an opportunity, I'll bring her to give her regards. My younger daughter, Isabella, is downstairs at the art exhibition," Charlotte respectfully replied.

Being born into a wealthy family and the only child of her parents, Alicia has so many responsibilities on her, and also, her life has been planned before she grew up. She was supposed to get married at the age of twenty-one, at most, so she could take over the family business. However, she failed as her first boyfriend whom she was supposed to get married to eight years ago, dumped her on their wedding day, after he stole ten million dollars from her. Ever since, she has developed this hatred for men and never thought of getting married again. Although she still has some male friends, but getting involved with any man is just what she doesn't want. Her parents have kept up with her decision

Another cleaner replied as she giggled. Hearing the two cleaners chatting, Arabella was feeling uneasy while keeping the cosmetics backed to her case. A billionaire and a prince charming, those were perfect descriptions for Bill Sky. Fighting with her mind, Arabella had her hope that it was not Bill since he was still married to her, but thinking how rich and powerful he was, then he could probably find a way to make Brittany her wife without divorcing her. She then breathed a sigh of frustration.

“A joke? Some pathetic attempt at getting my attention?” She missed a heartbeat, but she didn’t flinch. “It’s exactly what it says, Julien. A divorce.” Julien’s expression darkened, disbelief flashing across his face, but it was immediately replaced by fury. “A divorce?” He asked then laughed coldly. “You think you can walk out of this family after everything we’ve done for you? After everything I have given you?” Isabella tilted her chin slightly. “Given me?” she repeated softly. “What, exactly, have you given me, Julien? Silence? Pity? Your ex-fiancée in my home?”