Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

I thought. As I tried to straighten up my hands to call for him to help me but was held by a hand that drew me backwards… Then I managed to raise my face if I could see the person. It's Brenda. Brenda expressed her frustration and concern for me. She has urged me severally to leave Mark, whom she deemed wicked and undeserving. Mark Adrian is my husband and one of the richest CEOs who owns a company. When I got married to Mark Adrian in exchange for the money my parents owed his father during their business contract before my parents died in a motor accident years ago.

She stammered. “What are you even saying? How can we be needed?" “She is saying Salindra is a bloody billionaire heiress, Madam Celine!” I shouted suddenly, startling everyone and rising to my feet with murderous eyes. Silence instantly fell in the room as the two girls were watching me with rumpled faces. “She is not even Salindra, to begin with,” I added with a lowered voice but angry. “My woman, the same person you all compelled me to reject, is apparently the one and only daughter of the Harrington. Dr. Isabella Harrigton.”

I cleared my throat and started to recite everything I had already decided on, “The profits stay a hundred percent mine. We might be married to the world but within these walls, we are not and our private lives must stay separate. There will be no jealousy, nothing of that sort.” He shrugged, “As you will see, all of that is in the deal anyway, no jealousy no falling in love, nothing complicated. It is only a business contract” I swallowed, my next words were going to change everything. “Then I agree, the documents?”

Because Adrian Vale may be a virgin. But obsession? Obsession is something he’s always been very, very good at! And she just might be the subject of his wicked little obsession. OUR MAIN COUPLE Vivienne Hart Age: 31 Occupation: Celebrity Divorce Attorney Vivienne built her reputation destroying marriages for the rich and famous. She is brilliant, expensive, intimidating, and completely shameless. She’s the kind of woman who can cross-examine a billionaire into tears before lunch and spend the evening getting kicked out of a luxury hotel because she thought sneaking into a private wedding reception would be funny.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

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.”

"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.

He turned back to her. “You thought I married you because I loved you ... hell No ... even though you never told I knew you were the heir to your fucking father’s wealth” he snarled, drawing a chair for him to sit on ... “Your woes began the day you left Gaius and became a divorcee. That fact that you were lonely, seeking expression and had a low self – esteem of your fucking self was a ground that I could use to penetrate your fucking strong hold ... you were never really attractive to me ...” “So, what’s all this epistle all about now ?” She asked, regaining her voice back ....

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.