Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! Novels & Stories

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.

"Well. You'll find Sterling Global has very high standards." More applause. She was captivating the room, holding every person's attention effortlessly. "Elena," someone at the next table whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "I knew that name sounded familiar. Isn't she married to him?" They trailed off, looking at me. Oh God. Everyone was going to know. Everyone was going to know I'd been married to a billionaire heiress and treated her like garbage. "I need air," I said, standing abruptly. My chair scraped loudly against the floor.

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

I shrugged. “He’s a nobody.” Jade’s mouth dropped open. “A nobody?” “He’s a journalist.” “So?” “So I’m Hilary Morel Banks.” She laughed. “Exactly my point.” “What point?” “Imagine the headlines.” I raised an eyebrow. Jade grinned. “Billionaire heiress and CEO of multiple conglomerates falls for mysterious journalist.” I snorted. “Please.” “Tell me that wouldn’t break the internet.” “It would break the internet because everyone would wonder what the hell I was doing.”

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”

"Hailey?" "Exactly." She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs facing me. That was when I saw how angry she was. I read the headline again to be sure I was not hallucinating. "Strange Lady Marries Into The Johnson Family and Carries The Heir of The Billionaire CEO and Multiple Time Award winning Business Man of the Year, Jared Johnson." I raised my eyes to her face. "Keep reading." She urged. I scrolled down to see more headline news about her. "Billionaire CEO Jared Johnson Finally Ties The Nuptial Knot With The Lady Who Accused Him Of Sexually Harassing And Impregnating Her."