Novel & Cerita Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.

“After we eloped, I thought you’d go back to your family and beg for your right, but now… you got comfortable living this godforsaken life, and you think I’m cool with it?” Her eyes darted in confusion. Just when she was about to speak, he beats her to it. “When I found out your dad owns the biggest company in California, I was amazed. I wanted to enjoy part of his wealth and that was why I asked you out. Only for you to act stupid and run away from home just to be with me, leaving all your rights behind… Now you are of no use to me, because you got disowned and don’t even have nothing…” Zara’s gasped at his revelation. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.

I do love him but my family always placed our business first before any other thing. Jake was the son of Elon Reagan, CEO of a billionaire conglomerate. Jake was a rich spoiled brat who engaged in all forms of social abnormalities. He always slept around with women and always at one club or another; sometimes I wonder how I fell for such a man. I guess love is truly blind for I was blinded by love. At first I didn't read any meaning into his actions but I felt detached from the relationship so I had to take a slow step back.

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

After her divorce, Abella didn’t leave the country. Cillian had given her a staggering sum in alimony, even going as far as naming half of his assets to her, but she refused to take a single dime. She had her own inheritance. More money than she could ever need. But what could wealth do? It couldn’t buy her happiness. It couldn’t fill the void in her heart. Cillian knew her too well; he didn’t push her to accept anything. He let her go, even when it shattered him.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

l asked. Isabella quit the dive bar last week after landing a highly coveted job at the Valhalla Club, a members-only society for the world's wealthiest and most powerful. My father had been trying to gain admission for years, but the Boston chapter was closed to new applicants, and our family wasn't connected enough to slip through the back door.

Allen admits, slowly hiding behind his papers as he sees my stormy expression. It's just one thing after the other, and my hands ball into fists. "Fine. Have you managed to find just where Ella has managed to disappear to?" "Uh... about that..." Allen shrinks away from me. "We haven't found her." "What do you mean you haven't found her?!" I demand, slamming one fist down on my desk, the sound making Allen flinch. Ella is a recently divorced widow who came from nothing; she shouldn't have the means to suddenly just–disappear! Yet here I am, unable to find her.

I turn my gaze back to Bridget, “It’s alright. All’s well that ends well, and it ended well. At least now we know who has the fabric. We just have to source the money to get it back from him.” The weight of the secrets I'm holding seems to pinch me but I ignore them. Bridget must suspect something has happened between me and Malachi. I’d have never left my job as Malachi’s secretary to attend to this, but I'm not going to break the exact details to her right now. I want the divorce to be finalized first. I want to tell Bridget I'm free from Malachi only when I have that signed and sealed document in my hands. There’s also the issue of my new identity as Antonia Elcot, Daughter of Damien Elco

"The way I see it, that girl is simply going against us on purpose! No one knows where the h*ll she has been for all those years!" Stella nodded vehemently, "Exactly! She's probably off somewhere enjoying the fortune she's about to inherit, without a care in the world." Isabella, the quietest of the siblings, finally spoke up, "We can't jump to conclusions. We need to find Amanda and sort this out. Losing our father's wealth and properties would be a disaster." Alison, always the voice of reason, agreed, "I've hired a private investigator to track her down. We'll find her, and she can decide what she wants to do with her share of the company."