Novel & Cerita Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

“And not just here, but everywhere. I’ve always believed in you. Tonight, everyone else will too.” They moved together hand in hand, greeting guests with ease. Business magnates bowed subtly, recognizing both her as a Dufort heiress and him as Lucian Blackwell, the man who had once been her husband and now stood beside her as protector, partner in spirit if not legally bound. Whispers followed their every step. People talked about how the Dufort heiress is back. And Lucian Blackwell stands beside her. Power couple in the truest sense. Sia approached, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Isla’s ear. “You’ve grown into someone incredible,” she said softly. “Even more than I imagined. My dau

My husband called me fat, ugly, and disgusting. Then he used that as an excuse to cheat on me with his secretary, Joanna. I threw him a birthday party, hoping to make him happy, but he chose to spend the night with her instead. Tired and fed up, I signed the divorce papers and walked out of his life. Three years later, I was no longer the unwanted XXL wife of Adrian Wellington. I was Miranda Wright, a billionaire heiress who had just bought my ex-husband’s company under a fake name. When Adrian finally discovered who I was, he was shocked. Then he fell at my feet, pleading for another chance. “Miranda, don’t do this to us.” I ignored him, pulled my hand away, and barked an order at my securi

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.

FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

But the story already had. 'Billionaire CEO Lied About Knowing His Ex-Wife Was Pregnant! 'Patrick Montgomery Betrayed by Giselle Von Howard? Or the Other Way Around?' 'Von Howard Heiress Plays Chess While Ex-Husband Tries to Stay in the Game' It was a nightmare. And the worst of it? I couldn't even deny the voicemail. Because she had proof. I let out a breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Get rid of them. No comments today."

I scrubbed his floors. I endured his mother's cruelty. I became invisible for a man who could not even remember our anniversary. Three years I gave him. Three years I hid who I really was because I thought love mattered more than power or money or my own name. But when I found him with her, when I saw the divorce papers were just a joke to him, when he told me I had nowhere to go and nothing to my name, something inside me broke. Or maybe it finally woke up. I am Elena Hartley. Heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Licensed pilot. Award-winning actress. Renowned pianist. And now, CEO of the company my ex-husband has been desperately begging for investment. He thought I was nobody. His fam

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?"

"My personal life has nothing to do with business. I hope you can refrain from such statements." "Why did you reject the company? According to an insider, they are qualified." The first reporter paused and continued again, "Another mentioned that you've been having a secret affair with Lucas Knight. This speculation shouldn't be disgraceful but cleared off by you as the assumption about your child belonging to your ex-husband has also started circulating since no one knew of you as the wife of the deceased Mr. James West until recently. How true are those rumors?"