Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! Novels & Stories

Melowie Inside my private study, the air was dead silent, heavy with the sharp scent of stale espresso and cold rain. I stood behind my desk, holding a heavy crystal paperweight between my fingers, my eyes fixed on the live television monitor mounted on the wall. The news ticker scrolled across the bottom of the screen in violent, bright red letters: VEYRA-VARESS TAKEOVER SCANDAL: HEIRESS ACCUSED OF THREE-YEAR CALCULATED CORPORATE REVENGE.

he said, his voice short. I opened the folder, and then came her photo — her silver dress, her posture. A strange feeling twisted in my chest, sharp and unwelcome. She wasn’t merely the desperate woman I’d sat down beside in my car, fleeing from abductors in her ripped gown. She was the Clawford heiress. Her brazen gala invitation to dinner — direct and without the usual scheming attached — stuck in my brain. The majority of women who came to me were wanting something—money, influence, a hold in my world. That greed wasn't in Valenticia’s eyes.

"Ah. I'm Anna's mother, my relationship with your father, you probably already know." "That's it, I won't bother you and your mother anymore, my wife and I would like to go back first." "Are you and your husband back so early?" Anna asked. "YES." After saying that, Jennifer and William nodded and walked away. After they left, Anna's mother asked her: "Is he Jennifer's husband?" "Yes, you think he's handsome right? He's the heir to the famous The World corporation." "Jennifer is lucky." "What she has, I want me to have. I'm also dad son, I don't want to be inferior to her."

What went wrong? “For all of you?” I ask. We are more than eight in number. Did he get a gold class ticket for everyone? “Yes! For all of us,” Lisa corrects me. Well of course he did. He is of course CEO Lorenzo. The billionaire of New York City. “Uhmmm…honey, I can’t go.” Whatever his plan is, I won’t be part of it. He can’t just make my family so happy just to tear them in pieces. I don’t want them thinking we are perfect. I don’t want them to think we are okay. I want them to see the changes, so when telling them about the divorce it won’t be so shocking.

“What- how did you see this, John?” Quickly, I abandoned his phone. Taking up mine, seeing that now I had a lot more notifications that before. “The hell?” The words left my lips, my mind blank, eyebrows furrowed as I tapped each and every notification. Seeing they all led to the same spot. The same type of news. “Billionaire Heiress is now in fashion!” “Beckett Heiress is into fashion.” “Eliot Beckett’s wife emerges top 10 in a community runway!”

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.

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

Abigail I sat in my apartment, scrolling through social media on my laptop, and smiled with satisfaction. The headlines were everywhere: "ALEX THOMPSON: BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY OR PREDATOR?" "FOUR WOMEN CLAIM THOMPSON CEO THREATENED THEM" "THOMPSON INDUSTRIES STOCK PLUMMETS AMID SCANDAL" It worked. My plan had actually worked. I picked up my phone and looked at the text messages from the three women I had hired:

" Once my business succeeds, I cannot have my wife working as a gym instructor. It does not align with what I want my life to look like." The moment it left my mouth, I saw her freeze completely. And I understood too late that I had not just revealed my pride. I had ended something that still had a chance to survive. I scoffed, forcing myself to steady the rising anger in my chest. “Why are you using your maiden name?” I shot back, as if that detail mattered more than what was actually happening between us. I had always thought Valeria Jiménez Aguirre was being dramatic whenever she chose silence or distance over submission, but now that same silence felt different, sharper, final in a way I

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"