From Divorced Wife To Billionaire Heiress の小説・ストーリー

Not Amelia Blackwood. The pieces fit together with the kind of clean, undeniable clarity that made for exactly the sort of story Renata's editors lived for. A woman married into one of the country's most powerful families, divorced within days of her three-year anniversary, only to reemerge as the secret heir to an entirely separate fortune, one that by several conservative estimates exceeded even her ex-husband's. By midnight, the story was written and by two in the morning, it had cleared editorial review. By six, it was live on every major financial news platform in the country, accompanied by the six photographs Renata captured from her car and the old wedding photograph pulled from the

It wasn't until a car appeared on the distant highway that they became excited, all crowding toward the entrance for a better angle. They were staking me out, hoping to capture a firsthand shot, while I watched from my office upstairs in the hospital, peering through the blinds at the scene below. I couldn't imagine what headlines they would pair with the images, as my story was indeed full of drama. The young billionaire remained unknown until her divorce, when her ex-husband died at the hands of his lover. The lover was about to be imprisoned, and in the courtroom before imprisonment, she tearfully and desperately told the judge that she had contracted HIV, pleading for a more humane judgm

I added. "So you see how cunning this woman is." Ava said. "Cunning?" I muttered. "Have you heard how much she wants for alimony. She wants a whopping five billion dollars. Rumors has it that killed her mother so she could inherit her mother's company. But since her husband runs it, he refused and she wants that hefty amount after all the work her mother and him put in." Ava said, her face etched with irritation. "You can't marry her." Ava added as I glared at her.

“Sudden Billionaire Heiress After Divorce! Hahaha! I remember it. Don’t you see! Let me tell you what happened in the story because I want to do everything the MC did in that book hahaha!” “So, a beautiful billionaire was a woman. A very wealthy woman who had no man yet. She bought a yacht for herself, she bought five more mansions in New York and Texas. She went to the moon to celebrate her birthday and even lived in a resort underneath the sea level for a week just with the fishes. Ahahah. I want to live it all,” Tyler sounded. *Scoff* As drunk as he was, each person he spoke to counted his words as gibberish and just took their shot of drink, walking away from his presence.

He said, looking back at the lady. Her smile faded. "What?" He nodded. "Yeah. I have a very beautiful wife. I'll bring her as my plus one." The lady blinked in confusion, feeling disappointed. "But...but I have not seen you with a woman or heard you got married again." "I'm telling you I have a wife, what's your deal?" The lady swallowed feeling like her pride is been trampled on. She straightened herself, looking like someone unaffected by his statement. "Okay, uh...yeah, you can bring your wife to the gala. Will be expecting you there."

Baby, I know that you do not remember now, but we are very rich and we have a few companies around the world and now we have a hotel in Lisbon that we are renovating, so we can make it a family hotel. They entered the plane and continued talking. - You said that we have a hotel in Lisbon, do I like it? she asked him. - Baby you love it. You and James were the ones that actually chose everything for it. It looks amazing, so far. - What else has changed in my life except marrying you and losing my father? - Well you inherited your father's company well 55 percent of the company actually. - Really? And the rest of it who inherited it? - Well Tabitha and Lisa got twenty percent each and George g

However, Matthew turned to look at me again and said seriously, "You're also the billionaire's wife." I nodded silently. Right now I was a billionaire's wife, but soon I wouldn't be his wife. Of course I couldn’t compare myself to your mother. I also couldn't learn how to spend money for Mrs. Brown, her husband's money was hers but Matthew's money was not mine. If I spent a lot of money, so much that it runned out of money that Matthew promised me after our divorce, wouldn't I have to go away empty-handed? No, I couldn't let that happen. My clothes and jewelry were all bought by Matthew and I would never spend money on them because a single item was worth my salary a month, a year, or even a

That's why I smoke instead. “You are so young. You shouldn’t worry that much.” I shrug my shoulders. If she knew. “For me, it was my marriage that made me drink. Now that it's over I have a healthy lifestyle." “You are the classiest divorcee who was given to me to meet.” She laughs. " It's sincere !" “Thank you... But I'm not really divorce. With my husband”, she blurted out bitterly, “we didn’t sign a prenuptial contract. Five years later he became a billionaire, thanks to the company where I was the first to invest.”

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

I know the drill who wouldn’t by now. Anxiety you would think should be present since I am about to go back home and confront Isaac. Yet it doesn’t. I am ready for this. Perhaps I should have done it before, after I was announced heiress. Although since I had just come out of the back end of the disastrous marriage to Xander, I wasn’t thinking straight and all I wanted was to be rich in my own right. Yes, Xander had been paying me every time I donated, but it wasn’t enough for the lifestyle I wanted and craved so badly. Now I think back to how I was after the divorce and realize that in fact I have come a very long way.