Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

I watched as her expression shifted from surprise to a smile. If she thought I was going to give her that respect, then she was mistaken; she had the wrong person. I wasn't the Emily she once had under her control. The day I divorced her son, I was pretty sure she looked for me to teach me a lesson but couldn’t find me. The next time she heard about me, I was an heiress to the wealthiest family in the country. After everything she did, now she wanted to reconcile? She was stingy even to herself; she wanted everything for herself.

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

My head stutters for a moment, and my eyes take in more light than I anticipated; everything stops as my thoughts catch up. The guy I had slapped and made out with last night was none other than the billionaire heir I was supposed to interview. I suddenly remembered his last statement to me on the night we had sex at the hotel which was; "Let's just say that I'm not your average guy." Truly, he isn't an average guy, but a fucking rich billionaire heir!

I was going to divorce my husband and leave. ***** A FEW MONTHS LATER. “Congratulations, Ms. Clarkson. Your babies are stunning.” The Doctor smiled at me as she walked into my room. Babies. She said babies. A few hours ago, I gave birth to two twins. I had divorced my husband and had been stripped of wealth to nothing. For months, I toiled the streets in a faraway town trying to pick myself up while carrying the child of my ex-husband. And now, I've had them.

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

He said as he advised her. "So what brought you here, I didn't order for anything." Rita calmly said. "Uhmm… Yeah, I was ordered to drop this divorce file in this apartment and I'm sure that this is the apartment." He answered her. Rita stared at the divorce agreement in her hands, her heart sinking with a mix of emotions. She couldn't believe that Jaden, the man she had loved so deeply, was ending their relationship with such finality. The weight of the billion-dollar fortune he had given her only added to her pain.

And William O'Hore had treated her like a seasonal accessory, discarding her and moving on to the next headline-grabbing heiress before the ink on their breakup columns was even dry. The broadcast transitioned to a collage of William's past conquests: a prominent cosmetics billionaire's daughter at a Met Gala afterparty, an Oscar-winning actress draped over his arm at a film festival, a rotating carousel of high-society models. "With a net worth climbing into the billions and a notorious refusal to ever truly settle down, it seems William O’Hore remains the ultimate prize, and the ultimate playboy." Elena set her mug down on the table with a sharp, hollow clack.

- he coughed out gently as he reminded them again. A hint of impatience crossed Alison’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but phone Dickson to ask about her sister whereabout, “Dickson, do you know where my sister has been?” Dickson froze because he did not know the answer to this question. Five years ago, after their divorce, Dickson thought Amanda was going to keep harassing him or at least make a scene! Unexpectedly, the next day, Amanda moved out. She took nothing with her but her IDs, not even the bank card that had 200 million dollars in it despite granting her, her last wish.

"Ooh, are you perhaps scared that she would fall for me and divorce you?" I close my eyes in frustration. "What do you know, Malik?" She already divorced me. "Whatever. I'll ask around, I'm sure others would know," "You should do just that," Alicia's number isn't the easiest thing you can find no matter how powerful or influential you are. It took me a year and a few months into marriage to have access to her phone number. The way she protected herself by building up a strong wall around herself made me conclude she was an Ice Queen without trying to know her.