Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! Novels & Stories

Ralph choked up, “Why not send him to Exile Island? That’ll teach him how to behave.” Exile Island… I had heard of that place. It was an island where the wealthy traded power and people. “No!” I dropped to my knees, clutching Mother’s pant leg. “I don’t want to go there! Please, I don’t want to go!” She kicked me away, her face full of disgust. “Don’t want to? You’re leaving tomorrow morning!” Suddenly, I thought of Agnes and shouted, “I’m Agnes’s fiancé! You can’t send me to Exile Island!”

He said, looking back at the lady. Her smile faded. "What?" He nodded. "Yeah. I have a very beautiful wife. I'll bring her as my plus one." The lady blinked in confusion, feeling disappointed. "But...but I have not seen you with a woman or heard you got married again." "I'm telling you I have a wife, what's your deal?" The lady swallowed feeling like her pride is been trampled on. She straightened herself, looking like someone unaffected by his statement. "Okay, uh...yeah, you can bring your wife to the gala. Will be expecting you there."

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

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.

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

“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.

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.

Now: If cousin says mother cannot be CEO, if I must prove in court that I can be both, what kind of billionaire mother will I be when I own everything I tried not to own? Chancellor looked at me, grey eyes like Damian's but older. "Miss Sinclair, do you wish to testify as Chairwoman or as mother?" I stood, camel coat, not ivory suit, pearl studs mother left before crash in ears, bracelet hidden, recipe card taped to glass wall of courtroom now, Lena taped it, because kitchen goes everywhere. "Both," I said, voice calm, clear, melodic, same as Plaza ballroom without microphone. "Three years ago, I married man who believed I was nobody, so I became nobody. Cooked every night, waited alone on a

Rafael yelled back. "I didn't think they would find out!" Sofia shouted defensively between her sobs. "And above all, I had no idea that was Sabel! I had no idea that your useless ex-wife is the sole heiress of that massive empire! I only did it for you, Rafael! For our business!"

"We all know of the McQueen group right?" A few women nodded, others looking around with questioning looks. "I have got a few Exquisite Art pieces from them" A woman declared "They seem to be preparing for quite a dramatic exhibition next month, but what about them?" Kathleen sighed and cast a glance at Ava, who leisurely sipped her drink. 'What a thick-skinned bitch, let's see how you remain calm after today. "Actually Miss Ava Reynolds-Cardwell here was the wife of the heir" Gasps of surprise spread across the table, their gossip radars turning on.