Novel & Cerita Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

Without another word, she grabbed her phone and shoved it in my face. The sound of my own laughter filled the room, followed by video footage of me and Christian at the wedding party, looking dangerously intimate. His arm around my waist. His hand on me. His gaze fixed on me like I was the only woman in the room. And then, the caption plastered across the post, [Christian Kensington, billionaire heir of the Kensington Wineries, appears with his mysterious fiancée! Who is the woman who conquered the country's most desirable CEO?] The world stopped.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

I say sheepishly. "It doesn't feel right to bring it up now." Jacob hesitates but I insist that he tells me what's on his mind. "Well, an article just came out. Here, best for you to just see it." Jacob passes his phone, and my eyes go wide at the article, or more specifically, at the photo being used. A photo of me and Elijah leaving a high end restaurant is being talked about on various media platforms, going viral. I am technically an heiress to my father's fortune while Elijah is a well known and handsome bachelor, giving the news plenty to talk about between the two of us.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

I let out a chuckle when he said that, Trent is a well-known playboy, he loves flirting with beautiful women and testing me was his joy so I just ignored him and walked away. I guess he didn't mind that as he just shrugged his shoulders and walked directly to the new waitress bringing a new round of flirting. I turned to glance at him for a while and shook my head. If only I had the opportunity he has, I would have grabbed it so tightly. I loved my career so dearly. Even while I was married to Tyson, a pretty famous billionaire, I never gave up working. After we got divorced it just seemed like an opportunity to devote more of my time to my job.

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

"Look at this billionaire making a fool of himself over this woman, just because she's influential. Pathetic." "He deserves this. I heard he hurt her badly in the past." "Do you think she knows who he is?" "Of course, she does. She's his ex, the one he abandoned years ago." "Is that why she mentioned her son, Jumia, being her source of joy?" "Heartbreaking. I feel sorry for her. He deserves everything she's dishing out." "Serves him right. Billionaires like him think the world revolves around them. Look at how far she's come without his help."