Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Once the truth was out, Vega wasn’t going to take it lying down about his so-called involvement with an actress half his age. And Richard? He was not going to be overlooked by everyone in the scheme that he was part of. She had thought there would be a retaliation, but this… this was savage. “Miguel,” she said out loud, looking up from her phone, “they’re coming for me.” Miguel was standing by the window with his phone in his hand observing the situation on the outside. He looked at her, his face serious. “What do you mean?” Ximena held up her phone, showing him the latest headline: ‘Antonio’s Group Heir Exposed: The Dirty Family Secrets.’

Everyone had a good perception of Hailee so in their minds they guessed that she would be the new wife of the richest billionaire in the world, Wyatt Earlson. The chefs and servants began gossiping in the kitchen when they saw the way the master treated Hailee compared to how he treated Ria. The butler sighed and shook his head after listening to the gossips. Soon, it spreaded throughout the entire mansion that they were divorced and Wyatt has decided to marry his lover. The Earlson family members rejoiced over it. Ally texted their cousins and relatives to spread the news. They were over the moon that Ria was gone. She would only taint the family's name if she were to stay. What a disgrace,

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

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.