Novel & Cerita Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella

"You're really going to do it? Just walk into his office and drop that kind of money like it's nothing?" "Absolutely," I replied, my voice oozing with confidence. "He wants to play games, but he has no idea who he's dealing with now. Once I have that divorce, I'll be free to start the next phase of my plan—taking back my company that he stole from me." Her expression turned serious, a line creasing between her brows. "You know it won't be easy, Aubrey. Ryder's not going to just hand it over."

“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.

she asked, sounding puzzled. “You damn know what I’m talking about,” I fired, shutting her up. “Why didn’t you tell me Clarissa was your sister?” “Oh, that,” she chuckled. “Well, half-sister. There’s a huge difference, please.” “That’s not the point, Isabella!” I snapped. “Then what is?” “She’s a Montclair. Do you have any idea what that means?” I asked her. “Of course I know what it means,” Isabella said, sounding indifferent. “She’s always lived like she’s above everyone else, hiding behind fake names. Not anymore.”

He rounded the desk, putting blessed distance between us, and opened a file that I realized with a jolt was my resume. "Columbia Business School, top of your class. Three years managing your husband's—ex-husband's—investment portfolio with a twenty-three percent return. Fluent in four languages, Impeccable references from everyone except your family." He looked up. "Why does the Sterling heiress need a job as my personal assistant?" "I'm not the Sterling heiress anymore." "Because your family disowned you for divorcing a cheating husband." It wasn't a question. His jaw tightened. "I did my research, Elara. May I call you Elara?"

“She always used to say that she would be famous and rich one day. Seems like she’s found a way to do just that.” How an unpopular girl like Isabella Norman managed to catch herself the most sought-after billionaire bachelor in the world remains a mystery, but what we managed to find out is that six months months ago, she was hired under the marketing department in Bancroft Industries by her then boyfriend Alan Bancroft. And now she has been changed to another department by Archibald himself. We are not surprised that she sleeps her way to the top. For the sake of Archibald’s niece who’s the same age as Isabella and his nephew who she dumped for him, we can only hope that Billionaire Archiba

Yes, I was hurt, the ache in my chest remained, but it was quickly drowned by something hotter, anger, disgust…a bitter satisfaction at finally seeing them for who they were. A smile crept to my face and Brandon's jaw dropped. I heard Stella gasp. They probably didn't expect this reaction. They probably thought I would roll on the floor, bawling my eyes out and begging for a second chance. But I don't beg for second chances. Isabella Alexandria the First has never begged a fellow mortal. “It's fine dear, you don't have to say more. Like you said, life does happen so I don't blame you.” I uttered darkly, the smile never leaving my face. “Can I have it please?” I questioned, stretching my hand

“Aaron Blake, he contacted me. He thinks we can help each other” There was a pause, Marie stared at me, her hand still on the phone and question in her eyes. “As in the billionaire Aaron Blake? The one with several companies in several industries?” I nodded, “yes” the realization had been as much a shock as it sounded right now. I didn’t want to believe it but the truth sat there. Suddenly, I had forgotten all that was happening outside. “He wants to see me” “You have to go” there was no hesitation from Marie.

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

The black velvet envelope arrived on a rainy Thursday evening, slipped under the door of Bella Vale’s sleek Paris apartment like a secret meant onlr her. No postage. No return address. Just her name embossed in silver script: Isabella Vale. She turned it over in her manicured hands, heart already beating a little faster. Three weeks after her divorce from Marcus—the cold, neglectful tech heir who had treated her like a trophy wife rather than a woman with needs—she was still raw. Still aching in places no one had touched properly in years.

"The heiress to the Vane Empire, recently recovered from a traumatic kidnapping. Isabella, the world has been watching. How are you feeling?" ​I looked at the floor. Just like Arthur wanted. But I wasn't acting. I was looking at the scratches on the table. ​"I am focused," I said. ​"Focused on what?" ​"The future. The company. The legacy." ​"There have been rumors," Sarah said, leaning forward. "Rumors that you weren't kidnapped. That you went to Sterling Tech of your own free will. That you were working as an assistant named 'Bella Smith.'"