Kicked Out, She Came Back A Billionairess Novels & Stories

He had back handedly insulted her, and if there was one thing she knew, she knew she wasn't a gold digger. The media had bashed her and called her many things after her fall from grace but she ignored it. She knew herself better than an outsider could. Even though she was the heiress of the Montmorency empire, most of the money she now had in her bank account came from her long and tiring days slaving away behind Stephan's desk. She worked hard for what she had and she wasn't going to let anyone insult her, whether directly or indirectly.

Laura admitted quietly then shrugged, “nothing serious.” “Whoa,” I gasped. “I didn't realize you were…” She leaned forward, smiling wide, “into women? Don't worry, I'm also into men.” I don't know why that made me laugh, but it did. “So the heiress is your ex? Wow.” “She’s not my ex,” Laura replied. “We just fucked. I despise the Nepos who think money can buy them everything. They walk in expecting doors to open just because they were born lucky.” She sighed as she went on.

"I remember what you've told me before. You said you were bought 10 million by the Billionaire before, and you ran away after a month of living with him under the same roof. What if you will meet that billionaire? What will you do?" "Uh, if it is going to happen. I've prepared that, Klara," she answered smoothly. "I was sold by him for a big amount of money, but I equalized everything. I gave him my everything. My body that he always desires, my virginity. My performance was the best and I satisfied him on his bed. I made him happy it's from the five million I got from the club as a payment... oh, he's not at a loss anymore because he enjoyed being with me for a whole month that reached ten

I studied her, unable to understand the audacity it took to disappear for twenty years and come back making demands. “Funny,” I said at last. “You never came looking when I was a struggling young father raising our daughter alone.” She froze. “You never came back when I was working day and night trying to build a life for us. You only found your way back after I rebuilt my life. After I built a successful company. After I became a billionaire.” My eyes never left hers. “After I found someone else.” I slipped my hand more firmly around Belle’s. “A woman who loves me. A woman who makes me happier than I ever believed possible.”

And the truth is that everyone is paying attention to her. "Is that Kaylin Joan? She still has the decency to go back to the academy, even Baldric Harrington wouldn't dare do that." "Look at how she's deliberately dressed to be flashy and stand out. Does she still think of herself as the 'white swan' celebrated at our prestigious Malibu academy?" "I think I can guess the reason why she returned to the academy. She has to take back the position that belonged to her. After all, she only has two years left before graduating, she can't let her reputation go down because of that scandal."

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

[Killian] The door clicks shut. I'm still holding the bills. She shoved them into my chest, the whole stack, didn't even count it, and walked out before I could get a word in. Barefoot, carrying her shoes, like I was the one being dismissed. A wolfless Omega who can't afford shoes that fit just threw a thousand dollars back in my face. I almost want to laugh. I fold the bills into my wallet. Done. She's gone. A bad night, a lapse in judgment, the kind of story that disappears because no one who matters will ever hear it.

“and so? Who are you? Huh? Ex-billionaire’s wife. Leave my room this moment, or I will be forced to throw your things out.” I scoff painfully, “Wow.”

I replied politely. She was reserved with a maturity beyond her years. Despite being raised in luxury, she had a simple and modest demeanor, shunning anything overly flashy. Her surname had been altered during her grade school years due to Mr. Dominique's circumstances, but it was returned to its original form upon her graduation from high school. She was self-sufficient and capable, a testament to her upbringing as the daughter of a billionaire, who had instilled in her a strong sense of independence and resilience.

He opened the backdoor and gestured to get in. At that moment I realized people were staring and whispering. Some whispering. >She married a billionaire and now thinks she is something >She's shameless...a showoff >Why does she even work here when she is the wife of a billionaire now >I heard she is raking billionaires now...she has a Hargrave, now she wants a Geezran. I felt embarrassed and quickly went into the car. This wasn't the kind of life I wanted and yet people judged me for it.