Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! Novels & Stories

Bianca adjusted herself in her seat, even his father stopped eating. Bianca just couldn't wait for his mother to go straight to the point because she already knew what was coming and the thought of Adams and her getting together was enough to drive her crazy with happiness. She already got the full gist about his ex wife from his parents and her inability to conceive, she knew about how Adams divorced and threw her out of his house and life, well, she's different from his ex wife, she's not infertile and will give the Carter family the heir they need and truly deserve.

Since she hasn’t assumed her position yet as the CEO of her company, standing in front of crowds and answering different questions wasn’t her thing yet. Before they both realized they have been aired and “LITTLETON TECHNOLOGY.” Being a popular tech company and Carl being the only heir to it who has been every lady’s dream and has refused to get married since Anita his ex-girlfriend scammed him years ago is now getting hooked again to an unknown lady and now Bianca has been asked a question she doesn’t even have an answer to. “I love Carl, and getting hooked on him wasn’t about his money. I’m a made businesswoman, and coveting another man’s riches is the least that could be on my mind. Anita

I didn't dare leave Dominic and Leonard alone together. From the kitchen, I quietly peeked at them. “Leonard, cut out all those cheap tricks! Isla Grace is mine now. You're nothing but an ex she no longer loves!” Dominic said firmly. Leonard let out a quiet scoff. “I only came here to eat. There's no need for you to keep throwing jabs at me.” “You're a billionaire. You can eat at any fancy restaurant you want. So why come all the way to this little café if you don't have some ulterior motive involving my girlfriend?”

I reached out, my eyes half-closed, and picked it up. There were over thirty missed calls and fifty unread messages. Most were from news outlets, but several were from Liam's PR team. My stomach dropped. I sat up quickly, clicking on the first link sent by my assistant. The headline on a massive gossip site read: "THE REAL ALLISON MONTGOMERY: COLD-HEARTED HEIRESS ABANDONS TRAGIC LITTLE BOY FOR BILLIONAIRE'S MONEY. Beneath the headline was a huge photo of me holding little Leo at a park two years ago, juxtaposed right next to a recent photo of me getting into Liam's luxury car.

His ugly words echoed in my head: slut, gold digger. Gold digger. That meant he never saw me for who I really was. He thought I wanted him for his wealth, for his empire, when in reality all I had ever wanted was him. I slid into the driver’s seat, shoved the key into the ignition with trembling hands, and fastened the seatbelt through blurry tears. My gaze flicked to the mansion one last time. The place I thought we would build a family. A future. A life. My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I hadn’t even told him yet.

I nodded, “I can’t believe I let my ex deceive me again, she seduced me and I couldn’t resist her, and then the woman I love walked in on us .” Kim shook her head, “That same woman from Aubrey and Ash?" The way her tone went high automatically I could sense the disappointment in it. I nodded, “Yeah, that girl.” “What does she want?” “She wants me to take her back!” “And, will you?” “Hell no, I would never do such a thing, she’s a social climber and she cannot be trusted.” “And who is this woman you love?” I parted my lips once again, I wanted to tell her about Emily , and how much she meant the whole world to me. How she changed my life but I closed my lips. I changed my mind.

"Pick you up? Are you still dreaming?" He pointed at the sign. "Open your damn eyes. We're here for a VIP from the Weyland Group. You've probably never even heard of them." My wife was the sole daughter of the Weyland Group. How could I not know who they were waiting for? "We are waiting for Ms. Weyland's husband! The queen of finance, known for her iron fist and ruthless tactics, who just happens to dote on her husband to an unbelievable degree. Everyone in our circle knows she was single for years, saving herself for the man who is now her husband."

Instead, her screen was filled with notifications—social media mentions, tagged posts, headlines. Her stomach sank before she even clicked one open. The image stared back at her: Mya, caught mid-laugh, standing too close to a man she didn’t recognize. His arm was angled as if around her waist, though she could tell instantly from the background and lighting that it was fake. Photoshopped. Poorly, but convincingly enough for gossip sites. Mya Cross: Heiress or Heartbreaker? Just days after being spotted dancing with a mystery man, the billionaire’s ex-wife seen cozying up to another!

Jarred’s words caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of nausea at the realization that his ex-wife, whom he had constantly insulted and demeaned, was actually a member of a wealthy conglomerate, and an heiress at that. For the rest of the evening, Agnes and Jarred couldn’t focus on anything but Celene. They watched as she confidently mingled with the guests, effortlessly playing the role of a successful businesswoman. They couldn’t believe that the same girl they had known for years was now the heiress of a billion-dollar company. As the night went on, Martha and Jarred’s minds were filled with questions. How could Celene have kept such a big secret from them? And why did she lie about be

I took the remote and switched on the TV. "Yes, that’s why we suspect Mr. Winters wants his ex-wife back, who is now a businesswoman, secret sources say it’s because she is a billionaire now who can save his family’s company, a company that his current girlfriend, or rather fiancé, brought down with her oniomania disorder.” “What?!” I turned and saw Cassie, who had her mouth wide open. I switched off the TV. “I’m not addicted to shopping,” she said and came to me.