From Divorced Wife To Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

That too to a rich dude according to the papers He read the headlines again, "Wife of billionaire king of the underworld" He scoffed at the phrase, "king of the underworld" and didn't really pay him much glance as his eyes were fixed on Bella, she was beautiful before but now she looks even more beautiful and elegant, she was the most obedient and quiet girlfriend he has ever had and he missed her, he never thought he would but damn, with her looking so hot, he felt like having her again and also have a bit of her billionaire husband money

His band's tour had finally come to an end as he was preparing for his six month hiatus and his apartment was ready, just in time for him to move in. I knew that many of my friends from both our high school days and college days would be in attendance, and I knew that the news of me marrying a very powerful man had spread around, so I knew I had to look and play the role of a billionaire's wife. I sighed “this new life is surely an exhausting and tiring one”. “I wonder why he decided to invite our old classmates to his housewarming party. I would ask him when I got there”, I said to myself.

And my father believed I was the worst. Leaning back slightly, my grip tightened around the phone as I reflected on my asshole of a father, before my thoughts returned to Danielle and how crazy she truly was. According to the file, she was married to some wealthy prince. The file mentioned estates, assets, and influence that made him far wealthier than her family, and she fumbled him. Where did everything go wrong? She was the heiress to a multibillion-dollar empire, and now she is reduced to this. There were multiple rehab stays listed, followed by notes about her being homeless for a period of time before returning to California. The contrast was absurd. From wealth and prestige to nothing

Nan entered and sat beside her. They watched the news together. Maya felt distant, as though the world on the screen belonged to someone else. Just as the broadcast was about to end, the reporter added, “And in our final story, the youngest daughter of Mark Holdings, Bella Holdings, has gotten married to Damson Anderson in a grand ceremony.” Maya froze. She had been eating the toasted sweet potatoes Nan had made, but the food stopped in her mouth, her breath caught, and the world went silent. She looked incredibly hurt.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

“And don't think your money changes anything! You're a poor simp! You have fucking poverty written all over you!” Vivien's chest heaved violently as she continued. “And you wanted to bring that poverty into my family? A family I refuse to let you destroy?” She scoffed bitterly. “That is exactly why you were divorced! You were told never to set your feet inside this house again!” Her eyes narrowed viciously. “And then my precious son got lucky enough to find himself a beautiful woman who actually understands him. A woman who knows how to stand beside him and who clearly knows what a woman is supposed to do!”

She had described me, in her final paragraph, as composed, deliberate, and entirely comfortable with the considerable weight of what she has just stepped into. I read that line twice. The third piece was online — a gossip-adjacent business blog that covered Detroit's wealthy with the breathless enthusiasm of a publication that had discovered, some years ago, that money and drama occupied the same ZIP codes. This piece had connected the dots I had expected it to connect. Caldwell heiress Serena — formerly Serena Voss, ex-wife of real estate developer Damien Voss — made her public debut at the Caldwell Global winter gala last night. And then, two paragraphs later, with the barely contained exc

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

A hesitation, then the man said, "Bronson, you're not going to like this. She's in Eldoria. Visiting her grandfather." "I knew that already," I snapped. "Tell me something I don't know." The man sighed. "There is breaking news this morning. It's all over Eldoria. Edmund Hale held a private ceremony. Your ex-wife… she is no longer Zephyrine Wilder." My fist tightened on the phone. "What do you mean?" "She's been legally registered as Zephyrine Hale. She's been made his heir." I couldn't catch my breath for a moment. Zephyrine Hale.

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.