Novel & Cerita Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella

Nathaniel requested. "Okay. Who's that?" Paul asked. "Do you remember Isabella? Isabella the scholarship girl who is very beautiful and intelligent?" "Yes. I do. I was even about to inform you about the current news I heard about her. I heard she got adopted by a rich lady, the lady made her the heir to her company. That's queen's company man. Yo! She's made it in life. I think her stars are so bright." Paul remarked. "So, it's true? I was trying so hard not to believe the net. Did you know if she has any kid? If she's married or not?" Nathaniel asked again.

When they all became of age they all had access to their trust funds, and Sebastian was the only one who didn't use it wisely. The two other sons, Patrick and William went to high end universities. Elizabeth, the oldest daughter used the money to travel the world and help starving children in third world countries, and the youngest out of all the five, Isabella, ended up marrying some rich bollywood actor named Naveed Hammad, but he died in a plane crash about two years ago. She's unfortunatly a filthy rich widownow living with no kids to keep her company. All at the age of 21.

After that, the secret affair began. They would talk endlessly on the phone and when her mother was around Isabella would text him and so her mother never came to know about their affair. She was homeschooled because her mother feared for her safety. She was an heiress and the only child in the Jones family to carry on their lineage. And Isabella’s mother Victoria Jones was very possessive about her, she was always reluctant to let Isabella go to her father knowing that Isabella was just a money machine for him. He had taken half of her property when they got divorced claiming that Victoria had affairs with numerous men that was the time Victoria realized that she was a fool to have fallen i

But whose? I opened my eyes quickly and saw three people sitting beside me. I jumped up in panic, grabbing the duvet to cover myself. “Who are you all, and what am I doing here?” I asked, voice trembling in shock. As I scanned their faces, one of them stood out. Sitting beside me, holding my hand, was THE CITY’S DUKE—Mr. Emerald Sullivan. The richest man alive. Before I could say anything more, he smiled gently at me. “Welcome home, my daughter. You are Alexa Sullivan, my long-lost daughter. After fifteen years of searching the earth, we’ve finally found you! You’re the true heiress to the Sullivan Empire and the richest woman the whole world has been searching for.”

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

“Isabella?..“ She turned slowly and the moment she saw me , her eyes lighted up with delightfulness and screamed, “Lovia!…” We both laughed and hugged each other joyfully. Isabella was almost like a sister to me, but we got separated when she moved abroad after college . We asked each other what was going on in our lives and spent the whole day at the yoga class talking about ourselves. That's when I found out something more delicious. Isabella is now the fiance of the great Alexander McQueen, one of the leaders of the YBA billionaire circle. “ Wow, the universe never seize to amaze me..“ I thought, he brought just a perfect pawn that can lead me into that circle.

I wanted to turn away from him, but it wouldn’t be professional, so I maintained my composure. Silently, one of my co-workers whispered to me, “Isabella, did you know him anywhere before this moment?” I answered, “No.” She then said, “His name is Alexander Lucas, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country and also heir of the great Mr. Alexander, the owner of the popular Alex Empire.” I was shocked and realized I had made a terrible mistake that could ruin my entire life. The name alone sounded powerful. The Alexander family was popularly known for business and power. Most of their heirs were arrogant and ruthless billionaires whom everyone in the country knew.

"She looked wealthy and sophisticated today. Nothing like the woman I divorced seven years ago." Something flickered across Isabella's face—jealousy mixed with insecurity and something darker. "What about the heir part in the will?" Isabella demanded. "You said Nicholas had an heir." "They have a six-year-old son." I watched Isabella's face carefully as I continued. "His name is Elijah." "Six years old," Isabella repeated slowly. "So she got pregnant right after you divorced her." "That's what they want me to believe." "What do you mean?"

I gripped the edge of the table. The screen cut to a split graphic. Left side: Giselle’s recent headshot, elegant, composed. Right side: a grainy still from security footage—Octavia standing over an open grave, face half-turned toward the camera, and unmistakable. The headline crawler at the bottom scrolled in bold red letters: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS NEARLY BURIED ALIVE BY STEPSISTER. I grabbed my phone and dialed Giselle’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.

he asked, eager to learn about Isabella’s recent moves. “Well, I learnt she started her own company and has been successfully running it ever since. She actually came to New York for expansion. While Alexander carefully studied the document presented to him as he listened to his personal assistant, he couldn't shake off the thought that Ethan could be his son. “Did she ever remarry?" he asked, trying to satisfy his curiosity. “No, she didn’t. I think she was already pregnant before leaving New York.” That means Ethan could be mine. He let out a sigh of relief, hoping to be right about this.