From Divorcee To Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

After what happened to my father and me, I completely distanced myself from the outside world just focussed on my life and that's all, but when I hear that I would be collaborating with the only daughter of a multi millionaire who just annulled her marriage with her husband and is heavily pregnant at the moment, I don't know but something about her spark my emotion, and I became really interested in her. When I met her for tge first time I knew I dtant that she's a very reserved lady and her husband is probably the one that messed up the marriage, some ladies would have jumped into my arms at the mention of marriage but she did not even care, she still maintained her standard and I could tel

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

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.

She also received a substantial settlement, far more than Ronan wanted to give, thanks to Alex’s team exposing hidden assets. On the day the divorce was finalized, Sarah walked out of the courtroom holding Shenina’s hand. Ronan stood on the steps, glaring at her with pure hatred. “You think this is victory?” he spat. “That little settlement won’t last. And your stupid fashion dream? You’ll be broke within six months. Then you’ll come crawling back, begging me to take you in again. Remember my words, Sarah. Without the Vexler name, you are worthless.” Sarah looked at him one last time. “Goodbye, Ronan.”

“YOU ARE THE ONE who betrayed our marriage.” The biting reproach brought back the painful memories, Adriana had desperately tried to forgot, which rushed back to her mind like a flood. (FLASHBACK) Three years earlier, Adriana had been the daughter of the Clarke family and the wife of the wealthiest man in the country, Calvin Walker, CEO of Grand Empire. People had envied her for having him as her husband, but Adriana was the only one who truly knew the reality of their relationship.

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.

“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