Novel & Cerita Divorced Billionaire Heiress

There was a video attached, and my hands gripped my phone tightly as I waited impatiently for it to load. “Are you okay, Clarissa?” Devan asked, noticing my mood. The video had just begun playing and in my shock, I said nothing in response but instead turned my phone towards him. He squinted for a bit as he glanced at my screen and I could see the shock on his face as he read the headlines and looked up at me. The first video was one of my presentations at the office earlier that week, but the shocker wasn't the video but the caption attached to it, which threw me off balance, revealing me as the heiress of the Montclair empire.

He was glued to his tablet, probably deep-diving into something that would make me seriously question his sanity. Annoying as he is (and yes, borderline pervy), I’ve got to give him credit—he knows how to act. I can't believe a time like now I was planning my wedding to Kevin with Steph helping me pick a wedding dress. But whatever. Life doesn’t stop. Now I’m single, moonlighting as a maid for a brooding billionaire, and apparently co-starring in a chaotic soap opera with Pierce freaking Carter. Wild. Honestly? This job’s starting to grow on me. I'm really gonna miss my soon to be ex boss.

"Pretend to be pregnant?" Landen, never wanted her at all. She was just his sexual outlet. Whenever they were done having sex, he always held out birth control pills and made sure she swallowed them in front of his eyes. And she... couldn't have told her parents this shameful secret, right? Darlene shook her head, she looked down in shame. "Impossible." "You can't get a divorce anyway, Darlene!" said Letta, Darlene's younger sister, who was sitting back and waiting for her nail art to be done. "My company still needs his money."

“Grace Adams? No way “Heard she was married and left the country. Not at all the other responded. She recently became a partner in Parker Group and has been going on business trips and late nights.” “Huuh poor Ava,” they both shook their heads, their heels causing a reminder of what had been said. Grace Adams, Desmond’s ex and first love, is the heiress to the Adams Foundation. Someone everyone respected. Then I realized that my husband has been going on business trips and keeping late nights but then again I doubt he would betray me.

The clapping increased and cameras flashed in different directions as they tried to get a shot of her. She got to the stage, taking in the overwhelming sight of the crowd, she gave a slight bow. “Hello, everyone. I am Kendra Winchester, Heiress to the Winchester Enterprises and now the CEO!” She announced, and the claps intensified. Kendra's eyes went to Bianca and Philip, whose eyes were wide in shock. That was exactly what she wanted! She has risen and no longer the lady they looked down on. Now it was time to make them pay for all they did to her!

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.

_____ . . . Two years of a wretched secret marriage that no one but close family knew about. Two years of living like strangers. Alexander Adam Thorne had a thorn stuck to him. No, it was not his name. It was a woman who had latched herself to his name - Inaya Thorne. The spoiled and rotten heiress of the McBell family. The McBells sounded like some modern American aristocracy. And they were. They had all the money in the world. They had enough money to BUY the whole damn world. And maybe the Moon and Mars, with what money they would have left.

“You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?” “Like my whole family, I believed she possesses nothing,” he said, his fingers curling tightly around the wooden armrests. “But you were wrong.” Darkness danced along my grin. “Was that the reason for your divorce?” His trembling hand moved to his collar and loosened his tie. “I-I beg your pardon?” I leaned farther on my desk, feeling the anger slowly coiling inside me. “Did you divorce her because she was poor? Because she had nothing? Because she wasn't good enough?”

“Young? Isn’t he already thirty-something?” “Come on. We thought he was gonna be an ugly, old man! Wait, I wanna get a better look at his face. Let’s G****e him.” Right after she finished her words, she took out her phone to execute her plan. “He’s thirty-five! And…assets appraisal…6 billion dollars! And wait… Wikipedia says he got divorced five years ago!” “He’s divorced?” Scarlett paused as she was taking her clothes off and getting ready to hop into the shower.