Novel & Cerita Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

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."

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.

She felt the satisfaction of it for approximately thirty seconds before the competitive instinct kicked in. "What did you get?" she asked. Cassie looked up from her phone with the expression of someone holding something extraordinary. "They're unveiling the next family heir. A woman. I'm coordinating the full campaign, events, press, rollout." She exhaled slowly. "This is a career brief." Karen sat with that for a moment. The size of it. The visibility. The kind of project that got talked about in their industry for years. "A woman heir?" Karen asked. "After Mark Jenkins," Cassie confirmed. "They sent a photo." She was already turning the phone around, barely registering Karen's stillness, r

“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.

Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man. Nate. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.”

He opened it, revealing a diamond so large and deep blue it looked like a drop of the ocean we had watched from his estate. "I'm going to give the media a better story," Killian murmured, his eyes locked on mine. "Julian Vance wants to claim an heir? Let's see how he handles the news that his wife is filing for an immediate annulment on the grounds of human trafficking—and that the billionaire who 'bought' her is about to make her his queen."

Curtis absolutely did not want this arranged wedding to happen. It was a great shock to Mrs. Ernesta. Never did she think that the marriage of her dreams was a nightmare. She felt betrayed and depressed for a long time. At that time, Mr. Curtis tried to break up with my mother and push her out of his life. Between love with a beautiful ballerina and perfect marriage life with a noble wife, Mr. Curtis chose the latter.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?