Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! Novels & Stories

"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.”

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?

Just sat there in his car. My phone buzzed. Another article. Another photo. This one from minutes ago. Me getting into Jasper's car outside my office. The headline underneath made everything worse. "Winters Heiress Upgrades from CEO to Billionaire Heir."

"Look at this. My son hasn't even been gone ten minutes, and here you are already, throwing yourself at the first rich man in the car park." I felt every head at that gate turn toward us. Gloria pointed her phone at my bare feet on Hollis's jacket, and then at Hollis, and then back at my face. "I always knew what you were," she said, almost delighted. "I told Trent. I told him a hundred times. A girl from nowhere doesn't stay with a CEO for five years out of love." She let out a sharp, ugly laugh. "So you've started selling yourself to rich men already? On your wedding day? Have you no shame at all?"

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

He was already moving in the unhurried shuffle of someone heading back to finish sleeping. "Claire Jenkins," he muttered to himself, shook his head, and closed the door. He'd wanted , and had actually thought he was getting an ordinary woman. Someone with a regular name and a regular life who would play her part in the arrangement and ask for nothing unusual in return. But now, he had somehow married the richest of them all.

“Yes. I am Imelda Del Monte and intended bride to Easton Grant.” I told her confidently. “How bold.” She chuckled, humorless. “I don’t have time to chitchat, I have a wedding to prepare for.” I said and before she could say anything else, I took my leave. . . . I was alone in my room, deep in thoughts and going through Gabriel’s fiancée’s page. Jennifer Hilton, a big time public influencer and daughter of billionaire Chris Hilton who recently passed away. Of course! Another means of power and wealth. I should have known.

They completely erased me and everything I stand for. Founder of New York most selling skincare brand Min:erals? Haven’t heard of her. Daughter of one of New York’s wealthiest women? Nope, still nothing. Heiress to half of Ivanov Companies? Who is that? Not me apparently. Wife of Kim Elijah? Yes, of course now we have found your role in society. Kim Elijah’s wife. I haven’t even realised that I started crying until my assistant hands me a tissue. "It's awful isn’t it?" he says quietly.