Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

“I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!” Mother walked over, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she gently patted my back. I could see it in her eyes—she was proud of my stance. And frankly, her earlier question didn’t even matter anymore. There’s no freaking way I’m signing those divorce papers. No way in hell I’ll give Alexa a dime of what I’ve built.

"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.

Since she hasn’t assumed her position yet as the CEO of her company, standing in front of crowds and answering different questions wasn’t her thing yet. Before they both realized they have been aired and “LITTLETON TECHNOLOGY.” Being a popular tech company and Carl being the only heir to it who has been every lady’s dream and has refused to get married since Anita his ex-girlfriend scammed him years ago is now getting hooked again to an unknown lady and now Bianca has been asked a question she doesn’t even have an answer to. “I love Carl, and getting hooked on him wasn’t about his money. I’m a made businesswoman, and coveting another man’s riches is the least that could be on my mind. Anita

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

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.

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

I know the drill who wouldn’t by now. Anxiety you would think should be present since I am about to go back home and confront Isaac. Yet it doesn’t. I am ready for this. Perhaps I should have done it before, after I was announced heiress. Although since I had just come out of the back end of the disastrous marriage to Xander, I wasn’t thinking straight and all I wanted was to be rich in my own right. Yes, Xander had been paying me every time I donated, but it wasn’t enough for the lifestyle I wanted and craved so badly. Now I think back to how I was after the divorce and realize that in fact I have come a very long way.

Wherever she went, the lights followed, she just walked straight to the stands. Everyone looked at her in surprise, some even recognized who she was. "She's the woman who argued with Laura from Greer's house last time in front of reporters." "Wow, she's so beautiful, no wonder she dares to face Greer's house. It turns out she's also a female billionaire." "A while ago there was a rumor that she was a rich woman abandoned by her husband. It seems the rumors were false. Why is a female billionaire afraid of divorce?" "What? I just know that this beautiful girl from before danced the Lover dance extremely beautifully. I volunteered to kneel here and beg her to debut."