Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! Novels & Stories

"What's up?" "I'm calling to rescue you from whatever pit of despair you're currently wallowing in," Matilda announced cheerfully. "Come out with me tonight. Euphoria Club. Dancing, drinks, terrible decisions, exactly what you need." "I don't think…" "Don't think! That's the whole point. You need a distraction. Something fun for once." I laughed. "Clubs aren't really my thing, Matilda." "They weren't your thing when you were Cynthia Walker, sad housewife. But you're Cynthia Cynclair now — badass Michelin chef, secret billionaire heiress, woman who takes no shit. That Cynthia deserves a night out."

"I tell them I'm pregnant with your child. That we've been secretly involved for months. That you pursued me after your divorce." Rowan's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. "The headlines write themselves," Selene said softly. "'Rowan Adair Impregnates Mistress Months After Divorce.' 'Billionaire's Secret Affair Exposed.' 'Was He Cheating During His Marriage?'" She stepped closer. "You can't afford that scandal, Rowan," she whispered. "Not now. Not when you're trying to win Marcelline back." His blood turned to ice. "Don't," he said quietly.

But right now, staring at the fresh pictures of Julian and Ariel on her current phone, the brutal truth finally crushed her. She could clearly see that truly, he had abandoned her. He had moved on to a glittering world of wealth, and he was now with someone else, a beautiful, rich heiress who matched his high billionaire status perfectly. The illusion was gone. "You really forgot about me," Valeria whispered into the empty room, her voice cracking with pure agony.

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.

"We all know of the McQueen group right?" A few women nodded, others looking around with questioning looks. "I have got a few Exquisite Art pieces from them" A woman declared "They seem to be preparing for quite a dramatic exhibition next month, but what about them?" Kathleen sighed and cast a glance at Ava, who leisurely sipped her drink. 'What a thick-skinned bitch, let's see how you remain calm after today. "Actually Miss Ava Reynolds-Cardwell here was the wife of the heir" Gasps of surprise spread across the table, their gossip radars turning on.

She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Sarah wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon

And no… I wasn't planning to hide here forever. After a few days, I'd casually meet up with Victor and explain everything. I'd tell him I simply couldn't stay with him until this entire scandal surrounding him was over. Dad had made one thing very clear. Being caught in negative publicity right now wasn't good for me. Not when my birthday was only days away. A huge party was already being planned. One where I'd officially be reintroduced to the world… As the heiress of the Smith family. I'd done a little research after Dad told me everything. My grandparents… They weren't just wealthy. They were influential.

I scanned the room, my eyes sweeping over the elites, smiling at a few who were bold enough to return it, but my mind was still stuck on that financial news photograph from two nights ago. Jasmine. It had to be a hoax. A meticulously staged corporate stunt by Vance Global to use my ex-wife’s face as a weapon to destroy me. The real sole heir to a trillion-dollar empire wouldn’t spend three years scrubbing my kitchen floors and quietly taking a stipend. It was impossible. She was a penniless orphan. She had to be. Suddenly, the massive crystal chandeliers dimmed.

“Yes, ma'am?” “Could you… " Turn on the radio?” she asked. “I just need something to distract my mind.” “Of course, ma’am.” A cheerful voice burst through the speakers. “And in today’s biggest business headline—Atlanta’s most eligible billionaire bachelor is officially off the market!” Charlotte froze. The radio host continued enthusiastically. “Earlier today, Jace Norman, heir to the Norman Group empire, shocked the public by announcing his sudden marriage to an unknown woman during a private ceremony at city hall.”