Novel & Cerita From Divorced Wife To Billionaire Heiress

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.

I see now how isolated she must have felt, how she was left to fend for herself in a house that should have been a sanctuary but was instead a place of torment. My heart tightens as I think of her now, not just as the woman who was once my wife, but as a person who has endured far more than I ever gave her credit for. She is no longer just Aria, my ex-wife; she is Aria, the woman who rose above it all, who became a billionaire in her own right, who found strength in herself when I offered her none. And I? I’m left with the bitter taste of regret, realizing that I was blind to the woman she truly was, the strength she possessed, the struggles she faced.

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.

And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash? The Sophia In front of me wasn’t the same woman I had entered this marriage with. The soft-spoken, obedient girl who was barely more than a stranger had transformed into someone entirely different—a woman who now seemed to thrive on this newfound power. It was hard to ignore, even harder to comprehend. She met my gaze, her voice steady. “It’s my own money, James.”

“She’s a stranger you forced me to share a bed with. And for what? To give you a grandson you could parade around as the next successor? You used both of us, Grandma. And I’m done with it.” Grandma’s cane thudded once on the floor. “Even if you divorce her, Everett, where do you expect her to go? She’ll be ruined socially. You think a divorced wife of a billionaire will be welcomed anywhere? She’ll be eaten alive.” “That’s not my problem!” Everett laughed and I heard the shuffle of feet as he stood up. “It is your problem,” Grandma countered. Then, after a pause, she added. “Then I’ll arrange it. She’ll go abroad to start a new life, away from all this. That way you’ll never have to see her

My wife, she said. The woman I was supposed to marry was Cassia Rowe. I remembered that much. She had blonde hair, a sharp jaw, and a sharp mouth. Very photogenic. Not this quite dark-haired ghost walking around mailing herbs on my face and feeding me soup like we were in a done goddamn historical drama. I kept thinking… maybe Grandmother hired her. Some live-in nurse with good manners and a tragic past. But the moment she said wife, it was like something uncoiled in me.

Her manicured nails dug into her phone as she stared at the headline: BLACKWOOD EX-WIFE WEDS EUROPEAN BILLIONAIRE Ava looked poised, protected, and stunning beside Lucien, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The image burned into Isabella’s vision, twisting into a mix of envy and rage. “She doesn’t deserve this,” she hissed through gritted teeth. Her fingers flew across her messaging app, summoning her private investigator with a single command. Find everything. Every detail. Every record about Ava’s pregnancy. If she couldn’t have Ethan… she would ensure Ava never got the life she wanted, never got the happiness she deserved.

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

If the Sinclairs had any sense at all, they wouldn't let her come out of this worse off. "It'll work itself out," she said. "I'm heading up to Ashford once the divorce is finalized." If the Sinclairs genuinely didn't want her, she wouldn't grieve over it long. She'd built her own life without them for twenty-six years. She could keep building it without them, too. That reminded Leo of the divorce itself, and his mind immediately started turning. Blackwood Enterprises was the biggest player in Crestview and had been courting a Sinclair partnership for months over the Catalina project. If the Blackwoods ever found out the actual owner behind Catalina Island's development was the same woman the