Novel & Cerita Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

He had even confessed to me earlier that he fantasized about her. “Celine, the CEO of CLN? The Celine Winston who is the most influencial woman in FTM media from the ground up? That's your ex-wife?” He muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. I nodded, feeling a sense of shame wash over me. I had left this extraordinary woman, this woman who had built a career and a life that most people could only dream of, for someone else. Someone who, in hindsight, hadn't been worthy of the sacrifice I had made.

“Have you ever wondered what made him lose his job, he was working in another company as a hiring manager but was sacked because Gianna stole from the company using his name, indirectly framing her husband for embezzlement. She even went as far as telling everyone he was the one stealing from the company, he was in jail for a week and she didn't tell me or your father, if it weren't for Owen, Robert would have been rotten in jail.” “Wow!” Emily gasped in surprise. “ She is evil Emily, this is a man that she is married to, if not for Owen he would have been jobless and broke, till this day he is still married to her, but only he knows why they are still together but we both know the marriage

“And not just here, but everywhere. I’ve always believed in you. Tonight, everyone else will too.” They moved together hand in hand, greeting guests with ease. Business magnates bowed subtly, recognizing both her as a Dufort heiress and him as Lucian Blackwell, the man who had once been her husband and now stood beside her as protector, partner in spirit if not legally bound. Whispers followed their every step. People talked about how the Dufort heiress is back. And Lucian Blackwell stands beside her. Power couple in the truest sense. Sia approached, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Isla’s ear. “You’ve grown into someone incredible,” she said softly. “Even more than I imagined. My dau

"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.

"Sources say that the heiress begins having an affair with the model again shortly after her billionaire father died. The photos above show and confirm the affair as the Davis Holding heiress, wife of the Walton group her is photographed in a rather intimate position with the top model. The two began as friends when they were younger and started their official relationship last year. But the relationship ended shortly before the heiress married Vincent Walton. It isn't confirmed whether the now married couple has always been in a relationship or have just been in

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

“You left me no choice.” His lips parted, as if to argue, but footsteps approached and interrupted us. “Everett, darling!” A woman in a glittering silver gown slipped between us, draping her hand on Everett’s arm as though it belonged there. She was stunning, in that polished, practiced way that only wealth could buy. She looked me up and down with an expression that screamed disdain wrapped in a smile. “And who is this?” I smiled sweetly. “Anyta Rushmore. His wife. Well… ex-wife.”