From Divorcee To Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

He talks a lot but his good looks make you forget about that in a minute. He smiled back. "So, gentlemen, let's get to the order of the day," Nathan's lawyer took over from Francis. "Thank you, Francis. We have some terms here for the divorce. If I may, can I proceed?" "Yes," Francis and I chorused. "Good. Firstly, Mr. Lancaster wants to pay you a total of five hundred thousand dollars as a settlement for the divorce," "I don't want his money," I replied firmly. I don't have any interest in Nathan's money. I didn't ask for a divorce to get some part of his money, I needed the divorce for my freedom.

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

“I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!” Mother walked over, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she gently patted my back. I could see it in her eyes—she was proud of my stance. And frankly, her earlier question didn’t even matter anymore. There’s no freaking way I’m signing those divorce papers. No way in hell I’ll give Alexa a dime of what I’ve built.

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 was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

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.”

I rolled my eyes, bulging my eyes as I looked at my plate. If only he knew my net worth was far superior to his! His entire family's net worth was less than 30% of mine. "Yeah... maybe you're right. But for now, all that is going to charity. I already signed the paperwork for it, darling; there's no going back!" I said, making a mental note to sign that divorce paper as soon as possible. "Alright, sweetheart. You're a smart girl; I know you'll make good choices," he said as he placed his hand on the side of my head, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

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.

It wasn't as if they couldn't take their leave, but everyone was curious, wanting to know how everything was going to end. Probably they have heard about brides abandoning their grooms on their marriage day, but the groom abandoning his bride on the marriage day was something that rarely happens, but right now it was about to happen, and it wasn't just about to happen to any ordinary person but to Sarah Jones, one of the richest billionaires in New York City, and this wasn't a scene one would afford to miss. Meanwhile, Xavier sat at a corner in the church, his facial expression calm as if nothing was happening.

THREE years had quietly slipped by since Cindy married Alexander Choi—the formidable billionaire CEO of Choi Global Holdings, an empire with deep roots in finance and investment. To the outside world, their marriage had been nothing short of a fairytale: the orphan girl who married into unimaginable wealth and power. It was also the very company that had poured money into her adoptive family’s real estate and infrastructure business, giving it the fuel to rise higher, stronger and more prominent than ever before. In society’s eyes, Cindy had become the bridge, the jewel that tied her family to an empire.