Novel & Cerita Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

ADDENDUM FILED: VEYRA ESTATE ASSUMES 35% OF VARESS INTERNATIONAL OUTSTANDING DEBT EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. The phone slipped from my numb fingers, dropping to the floor with a dull thud. I stood alone in the dark kitchen, staring at the glowing screen on the tile, the silence returning to swallow me whole. She wasn't just a quiet wife hiding in a safehouse anymore. She was the most powerful, dangerous heiress in Europe... holding thirty-five percent of my company’s neck in her hands. And I had been the one who put the knife in her grip.

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.

The Face of a Little Girl Who Looks Like Me "Tell me about your wife. I will become your woman, but I refuse to be the third woman. I know the media gossip that you took the 'Screen Queen' as your secret lover, but she died seven years ago. I will never become your secret mistress. Even though I am not a woman from a billionaire background like you, I am not that cheap," Jennifer replied. Julian’s face registered shock, and he fell silent. Jennifer, growing annoyed, immediately spoke again.

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.

He said coldly: "My wife graduated from the most prestigious university in the United States. Her time at the school continuously received scholarships with excellent achievements. My wife also won many awards there, bringing great resonance to the fashion industry. She is the youngest and most famous designer in this company, the number of contracts brought to the company recently is not a few. In addition, my wife is not "the one". that kind of thing,” she has a name, her name is Jennifer Martinez, from this perspective, all of the people present here are not qualified to carry her slippers.”

I just wanted a princess treatment from my husband, but I guess he was busy with other things, like dating my best friend and stabbing me in the back. “Can I see that, please,” I tell the lady standing behind the Jewelry counter. “Okay.” She brings out the necklace from the open box and hands it over to me. I inspect it, and I imagine Lorenzo’s giving it to me as my birthday gift. I imagine my surprise reaction and how he helps me put it on. There were so many things I had hoped for on my anniversary day. So many wonderful things. But things went really wrong. I’m still shocked that he was dating my best friend and that he also asked for a divorce. Being Lorenzo's wife was all I have known s

“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: