Novel & Cerita From Divorced Wife To Billionaire Heiress

When they were alone again, he leaned back in his chair and studied her with those assessing gray eyes. "So," he said finally. "CEO. How does it feel?" "Like I earned it." Her voice was sharp, defensive. "I don't doubt that." He paused. "But you have to admit, the timing was interesting. Father announces your divorce, and two weeks later you're running the company." "The divorce had nothing to do with my promotion." "Didn't it?" Lucien's tone remained mild, conversational. "Nine years of marriage to Rowan Adair. Contract fulfilled. Debt paid. And suddenly you're free and in charge of the family empire. No more obligations to a husband who barely knew you existed."

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.

Marrying a billionaire required corporate compliance and board-level approvals, or so Cary’s mother had told me. She needed time to make sure my exit wouldn’t rattle the family business—and that took thirty days. Anyway, I’d already got two signed copies of the agreement. For the last thirty days, pretending to be a compliant wife wasn’t that hard. After I left Cary, I’d need to find a new job. No rush—the settlement would keep me comfortable. What I worried about most was how to tell my parents I was divorced. They were conservative. When I told them I’d married suddenly three years ago, they disapproved—convinced I had sold myself to a billionaire to pay for my mother’s illness.

“She said Cassie looks exactly like her mother, and is yet to give her the documents she needs to claim everything that belongs to her, and she’s out here married to some man she won’t even name. Even Mom knows about him, and she keeps saying that man is going to help her take everything back. I swear, sometimes it feels like I’m not even their son with the way they talk about her.” Franklin went completely still on the other end of the line, the silence stretching just long enough to say everything words couldn’t. His wife had no idea she was sitting on a legacy worth billions, and yet she had already built her own empire from the ground up, step by step, without leaning on any of it.

“He’s my second daddy?!” I stiffened. Vivian laughed and ruffled his hair. “Yes, he is.” Aiden clapped his hands excitedly. “Yay! I have two daddies now!” I swallowed, forcing a small smile, but inside, my stomach twisted. Vivian stood back up, holding Aiden’s hand. “Are you done shopping? I was actually heading to your wife’s company. I’ve missed her so much.” I cleared my throat. “About that…” I hesitated, glancing away before forcing myself to meet her eyes. “Olivia and I… we’re divorced.”

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."

Being born into a wealthy family and the only child of her parents, Alicia has so many responsibilities on her, and also, her life has been planned before she grew up. She was supposed to get married at the age of twenty-one, at most, so she could take over the family business. However, she failed as her first boyfriend whom she was supposed to get married to eight years ago, dumped her on their wedding day, after he stole ten million dollars from her. Ever since, she has developed this hatred for men and never thought of getting married again. Although she still has some male friends, but getting involved with any man is just what she doesn't want. Her parents have kept up with her decision

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

“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.

She paced slowly in front of me, eyes gleaming with pure enjoyment as if she was savoring every moment of my discomfort. “You’ve always gotten any man you wanted. For ten years straight,” she continued. “At eighteen, you made the Duke of Edinburgh divorce his wife, split his fortune in half, and then you dumped him like trash and moved on to the prince of Dubai.” I let a small, real smile slip out as the memories flashed. The memories were sweet. “Good old days,” I said softly. “Of course!” She laughed louder, stopping right in front of me. “But now you’re twenty-eight. Not as young. Not as fresh. Billionaires aren’t dying for you anymore. So you cling to that old glory like it’s oxygen.”