Novel & Cerita Kicked Out, She Came Back A Billionairess

He was starting to need me. Then she came back. Not as broken, pathetic Celine. No. She came back as Astra Blackwood, some mysterious billionaire heiress with power and money and a new identity that made everyone bow at her feet. She rejected him in front of the entire pack, took half his company, and walked away like a queen. And now Trent was obsessed with winning her back.

Ashley’s screams echoed down the hallway as Maya walked away, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Tears rolled down Maya’s eyes as she remembers all what she went through because of her, and she wiped them away with her finger before putting on her sunglasses. As she walked out of the hospital, a news played on the television screen with the tag: the youngest billionaire in the world, Lance Wells, had returned to the country with his two daughters after a successful launch in Beijing.

threatened the woman, before she closed and locked the door to Maya's room as she pleased. Maya raised her leg to kick her own bedroom door randomly to vent her annoyance. The girl hissed slightly, as a feeling of pain rose from the leg she had previously used to kick the thick door. Even when she was a nobody in her previous world, Maya never allowed anyone to treat her like how they wanted. Maya really wanted to rip off Sarah's annoying face earlier. A woman who usually only bullied weak girls like Finola, her figure was far worse than trash in Maya's eyes.

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

THE JOB IS DONE His voice echoed those words. Then I clamped my lips and released them. “What job?” he asked, his face turning red. “It's nothing,” I continued, “just an employee texting to inform me of a job done.” He let a breathless laugh escape his throat. “You’re coming in for further questioning.” My eyes broadened. “I didn't do anything,” the words came out before I could stop them. “Wait… what?” Desmond stepped forward. “I'm Desmond Parker,” he continued, “she's my wife and the heiress of the Adams foundation.”

After talking to them for three years, they suddenly acted like they didn’t know me. “We should leave, Giselle. People are already gossiping and narrating their own stories about what’s happening. Noah would regret this.” Chloe grabbed my hand as I looked at the people passing near us who gave me nasty looks. They were all judging me. “She embezzled millions of dollars from the bank and changed her identity from Laura McClain to Giselle Sullivan. How shameless of her to return to California and pretend like we didn’t know the real her. Doesn’t it sound strange that she left with nothing and returned as this rich heiress no one has ever heard of?” They muttered. “Mr. Blackwood should expose h

“Everything you need has been provided for you, shoes, clothes, toiletries, food…” “Er… Mr. James, I am very grateful for your help. But like I said earlier I do not wish to return to the Goven household. Just give me a few days, as soon as I find a job, I will move out of here and you’ll never hear from me again.” Dukia said. “Please, Miss Goven, we understand your anger and your wish to not return. But kindly reconsider the offer.” “I’m sorry, but my mind is made up. I’m not coming back. Are you even aware that my mother is dead? She died few weeks after we were chased out of the house.”

She pouts as she speaks and I seethe. "Get out." I say in a grinded tone. She watches me with confusion in her eyes and I fume. "I said get out!" I point straight at the door. She chuckles a bit then stands up from the stool and goes on her way. Before she looks the room entirely, she stops by the door. " I hope you've learnt your lesson. Billionaires never love. They lie, they fuck, and they destroy. That's what they're good for." She slams the door hard after that, leaving me alone in the room.

Fueled by a surge of indignation, I engage in a heated argument with her, unwilling to tolerate her blatant disregard for decency. To my disbelief, she shrugs and tells us that this is none of her concern. “I came here to buy something and I’m leaving with what I’ve purchased. One billion dollars isn’t peanuts, you know?” Yes, it's clear as day! She's shamelessly flaunting her newfound riches, which undoubtedly stem from her connections with a long line of wealthy paramours. It wouldn't surprise me if she's elevated herself to the status of an elite escort, trading in her charms for extravagant gifts and lavish lifestyles.

“Cici… please tell me you’re joking.” “I wish I was.” I explained everything, how I’d discovered the truth about my biological family, how I’d built Maison Cynclair in Paris, how I’d rebuilt myself from the ground up. Matilda listened quietly, her mouth falling open with every revelation. When I finished, she blinked like she was trying to process everything. “So you’re… Laurent,” she said finally. “Yes.” She exhaled dramatically. “Oh my God. You went from housewife to billionaires’ sister overnight. That’s so unfair. I can barely pay rent.”