From Divorcee To Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

My husband called me fat, ugly, and disgusting. Then he used that as an excuse to cheat on me with his secretary, Joanna. I threw him a birthday party, hoping to make him happy, but he chose to spend the night with her instead. Tired and fed up, I signed the divorce papers and walked out of his life. Three years later, I was no longer the unwanted XXL wife of Adrian Wellington. I was Miranda Wright, a billionaire heiress who had just bought my ex-husband’s company under a fake name. When Adrian finally discovered who I was, he was shocked. Then he fell at my feet, pleading for another chance. “Miranda, don’t do this to us.” I ignored him, pulled my hand away, and barked an order at my securi

It felt like a bad joke. Irene continued, “His ex was my best friend, Sarah, who came from a powerful, wealthy family. She was obsessed with your father, but her family didn't approve of him… He wasn't “worthy,” they said, so she married another man. Unfortunately, her heart was still with him.” “Eventually we fell in love with each other and kept it a secret from Sarah for many years, hiding it like thieves. When you eventually came into the picture, your father got tired of hiding. He believed Sarah had moved on, so he insisted he needed to live his life as well.”

She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come? I felt a strange ache settle in my chest like my heart was caught between disbelief and regret. What happened to her after our divorce? Where has she gone? And how did she become the heiress of the King's Empire? I watched her carefully. Her dress, long and black, clung perfectly to her curves. Her makeup was soft but flawless and her hair flowed in elegant waves. She has a beauty that has always been there but now, it's mixed with power and pride and something else...

Her eyes lit up as she let out a giggle. The question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind since I met Belle finally won the battle so I asked, “What's a textbook billionaire?” As though she had been waiting for the question, she clapped her hands together and turned to me, beaming. She raised her finger and began counting, “Ridiculously wealthy. Powerful. Mysterious. Always in control. Emotionally unavailable and probably brooding half the time.” The list was good till that. A stern frown settled on my face as the words ‘emotionally unavailable’ flashed in my head repeatedly.

How was that even possible? “How did this happen, Bianca? Where did it all go wrong? Samantha isn't rich. She is a nobody. I know her too well. She told me her parents were in a remote village and struggling to survive. How did she become the daughter of the Salvadors? Not just that, how did she become an heiress, and a billionaire CEO?” he asked Bianca, who was also in shock. “I have no idea, but if this is really happening, then I am in big shit,” she said, the panic evident on her face.

“Good luck with that. I am pretty sure Parker McBell might have seen the trending proposal clip right now and believed that you finally want to go public with the marriage.” Alexander groaned. With Inaya’s crazy reaction, everyone had thought the most eligible billionaire was settling down with the woman he had been rumored to be seeing. This was not good. The internet was going crazy. The shareholders were sending their congratulations and best wishes. The freaking lobby was flooding with celebratory bouquets and companies pitching their ideas of how their products will help shape the best wedding. It was a disaster. “What do I even do?” He asked. “Confront her!” Mathew declared as if it we

Damien’s POV The board applauded when I walked in, and I felt nothing. That was becoming a pattern I chose not to examine. "Record quarter," my CFO said, sliding the numbers across. "Best in the company's history. The market loves the new image, Damien. They love the story." The story. The self-made billionaire, the beautiful fiancee, the little girl, the family that had it all. We'd sold it and the world had bought it at a premium.

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.

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

"It's not about what you did. It's about what you didn't do. Our marriage is a charade, Amanda. We're both living a lie. Amelia’s back, and she doesn’t want to see you! It’s time for our marriage to terminate. So you have to go!" Amanda’s pale lips quivered like if she had fallen into the frigid water. She asked in disbelief, "You’re divorcing me because she’s back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Amelia away two years ago with your filthy tricks. Promising me that you’ll bore me a son to carry on my family name. Amanda, it’s been two years now and you haven’t given me a female child to talk less of a male