Novel & Cerita Kicked Out, She Came Back A Billionairess

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

The owner quickly nodded and understood what she meant. Since it was still too early to go home, she decided to go back to the mall. She just went window shopping. She went into an expensive jewelry shop. She didn't know that Lucy and Cynthia were there so they accidentally met. "Oh! The monster has come out of its lair again. Don't tell anyone you know us because I don't want them to find out that my sister-in-law looks like a monster," Lucy's insulting voice said to her. Instead of retaliating against Lucy's insults, she simply raised her eyebrow at her and turned away. She went to another side of the shop so she wouldn't have to talk to them.

"Mr Adams Carter Ma'am, he stopped by and asked to pick up Diane, he said he was her father, a renowned billionaire wouldn't lie about that so that's why—" "Excuse me?" Alicia cut her off. "You gave my daughter to Adams!" She yelled. "Do you even hear yourself Miss Phobe?" She scoffed in disbelief. "That's literally the most stupidest and dumbest thing I've ever heard! How dare you give my daughter to some renowned billionaire!" She yelled, sarcastically laying emphasis on her last statement.

I murmured, brushing her cheek with the back of my hand. “If you’re going to step into my casino, kitten, you won’t just walk in. You’ll arrive like you were born to rule it. Make sure to dressed in power and diamonds. And tonight you’re not just my wife. You’re the queen beside the king.” The force behind the empire. Her lips curved. She knew she’d won. Hours later, she appeared at the top of the staircase, and for the second time today, I forgot how to breathe.

He used to find it forgettable. Now, it lingered longer than he expected. He pushed the thought away and turned as the door burst open. “Perfect timing!” Seinna Braxton announced, stomping in with designer heels and drama clinging to her like static. Her sunglasses were perched atop her head like a crown of entitlement. Callum groaned. “Seinna, knock.” She rolled her eyes. “Relax. I heard you finally dumped the jailbird. Congratulations. Want me to take that Ferrari off your hands as a divorce present?”

Back then, at the beginning of their marriage, Helena had intended to tell her husband’s family about her identity as a billionaire heir, but it turned out that time didn’t give Helena that chance, and then the girl kept it a secret until one day Helena was forced to sign divorce papers, and embarrassed her in front of other women. The girl chuckled. A sad laugh about her life some time ago. "But I didn't have time until they kicked me out with all the insults I received. All the way I thought, if only I had explained it then, would everything have changed? No. But suddenly I felt grateful that time didn't give me the chance to tell them." Taking a deep breath. It was undeniable that her hea

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

I have a deal for you. She was to return to the house with news that she had been attacked but barely escaped. In exchange, she sent millions of dollars into my account. By evening, I was on a plane to the US with Nakku.

The butler stepped forward, scolding her sharply. "Oh? So even the truth isn’t allowed to be spoken?" Zara shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine, fine, if you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say anything more." She tilted her head, flashing Old Master Voss a bright smile. "So, tell me, why did you have your bodyguards bring me here? Hurry up and say your piece—I have to get back to taking care of your grandson. He’s ridiculously difficult to please. He doesn’t want anyone else, only me. Because of him, I’ve missed out on an ad shoot and had to turn down several big endorsement deals. He’s cost me a fortune! Why don’t you compensate me for my losses?"

She didn’t think things would turn out this way. “Thank you.” She muttered to the security men, and after some seconds of staring at the top of the white building, she turned and walked away, dragging her luggage behind her. Life was cruel, everyone knew that, but cruel was an understatement to what Felix did to Zara. Who would have thought Zara Wellington would be roaming around the streets having no where to go to? The same Zara that had millions to her name, the same Zara that was envied by the poor.