Novel & Cerita Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

I turned away, my heels clicking against the floor as I walked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce Phantom, flanked by dozens of bodyguards. Behind me, Tristan's cries cut through the air, mixed with Richard's broken screams. But I never looked back. From that moment on, I was no one's wife. No one's mother. I was simply Yvette. A few days later, Rendallton's news outlets exploded—finance, gossip, every channel. [Pascall International CEO Richard Arrested in Major Embezzlement Case, Linked to Shadowy Billionaire] [High-Society Scandal: 'Fake' Wife Unmasked as True Heiress After Seven Years in Hiding]

Netizen BF: [What? I thought we were dealing with a mistress! How is she the actual wife?] Netizen OZ: [I've been watching for a while… Didn't you see the trending news about the grand wedding of Tensor Pharmaceuticals' heiress, Jessica Whalen, and Wentworth University's top scholar, Harold Sullivan?] Netizen HK: [Let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe Jessica had an affair after getting lonely in her marriage.] Bethany had avoided mentioning that I was the legal wife, but I was determined to expose her mask in front of everyone.

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

“Keep your voice down you stupid idiot.” “How do you expect me to? Last I checked you had been married to Ariadne, a simple, caring, innocent and beautiful girl from a country side orphanage, and now you’re telling me your ex wife is Alexandra Grey. The Eldest daughter of the Grey family who’d magically resurfaced after many years of disappearance? Come on buddy, now’s not the time to play silly pranks.” Hearing another man praise his ex wife like that had Lucien’s gaze darkening.

“Like that wasn't what got me into this mess in the first place.” “What mess?” I couldn't help but ask. “Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I can say that you've got the wrong woman. It's not me….” “You're Alora Henshaw.’ I froze at the sound of my name. “You're married to Fredrick Henshaw and you have a couple of businesses together. Eliaz Deutchmond was your ex husband and he was on the list of potential winners for the city's real estate contract, until you came along that Is. And I also know that you just recently got cleared of your charge at the court. So no, Alora, I know I have the right woman.”

His clenched consolidated, making Lissie hurt from his tight grip. Despite relentless effort finding his beloved ex-wife, Lissie successfully hid beyond his reach. He never found her, he never found out whether she's pregnant or not. The accident occured at 31st Fort Liberty Bridge made a drastic change in his life. Colton has never been the same. Her sarcastic chuckle echoed. “Why? Do you need my blood to save your mistress… oh, I meant fiancé! She's your fiancé now, not your mistress. Ah, my silly little mouth.” She affirmed, covering her mouth with a class.

Your office. Twenty minutes later, Jayson burst through Allen's door like a man on fire. Tall, thin, always impeccably dressed, but today his tie was loose and his hair disheveled. "We have a problem." He tossed a tablet onto Allen's desk. "Look." The screen showed news headlines refreshing in real time: "Billionaire Heiress Claims Ex-Partner Stole Her Ideas" "Jones Family Fortune Backs Lawsuit Against Carter Enterprises" "Did Tech Mogul Build Empire on Girlfriend's Work?"

She was over at her boyfriend’s house, and she knew of my plans to rest this weekend. I answered the call and brought the phone to my ear. “It better be urgent.” “It is urgent.” She hissed. “Have you seen the news?” “News? What does the news have to do with me?” Sheila laughed. “That means you haven’t. Your name is all over the celebrity news channel.” Celebrity news channel? That was just a fancy name for gossip mongers. “I’m not even a celebrity. Why would my name be there?” “You might as well be, since at one point in your life, you were married to Brandon.”

"Let's save that for another day, a few cans of beer and a work night less busy, hm?" Duncan nodded his head. "So, what's bothering you...is it by any chance...your relationship with Mr. Sattar?" Of course, her relationship with Elijah was now known like wild fire. 'Heiress and CEO of synergy throws a lavish engagement party, announcing her engagement with son of multi billion dollar empire, Elijah Sattar!' The article had read this morning when Amara woke to the sound of Melanie calling and blaring her ears off, threatening to tear her in half if she ever laid hands on her, consequences of not inviting your best friend to your abruptly planned engagement party.