La Heredera Divorciada Billonaria Novels & Stories

“Before we got married, I already loved someone else. I will never develop any feelings for you no matter what you do. Sign that divorce paper and I will compensate you accordingly!” Gertrude didn’t know if she would laugh or cry. Compensate her? Seriously? They both knew that she was heiress of the Jimenez Group of companies. It was not only the largest company but it was also on the verge of becoming a global business empire. So what could he give her as compensation?

"It makes sense honestly." Liam nodded and rested his back on his desk. "I did some private investigation and it turns, went back to roots and it turns out Cora was a barren woman. Four years she was married, she couldn't conceive. Questions were asked and, I was told Elena's father brought a baby home one day and in that week, they left the country." "Which means she was found. Does she know all this?" Liam shrugged. "That's Alexander's problem." "I need to tell her. She needs to know."

Daughter rumored to take the reins. My fingers freeze over the screen. Wait. I click the article. My heart thuds faster with every word I read. In a surprise announcement this morning, Logan Hill—CEO of Hill International—has privately informed board members of his intent to retire by the end of the fiscal year. A confidential source confirms that his daughter, Caroline Hill, known recently for her successful luxury jewelry brand, is expected to take his place. The brand is said to be part of a long-term collaboration between father and daughter, combining old legacy with new creative vision.

I retorted and she shut her trap. “She is already married to him." “Your bastard wants him, she has been fucking him already." I reply and he made a face but I don't give a flying fuck. “Get them divorced and pay my debt, get her married to him and the deal with your friend is sealed.” I eased into the couch. “It doesn't work that way!" “You knew about the arranged HIV patients, didn't you?" I asked Liliana and again I felt Valentina stiffen up. “That has nothing to do with the current discussion." She hissed at me.

I typed her name into a search engine, then dove deeper, pulling up everything I could find. Aaliyah Monroe, 28, owner of a PR firm in New York. Articles praised her early success—savvy campaigns, a knack for spinning brands into gold. But lately, the chatter was brutal: Divorced by billionaire Henry Smith, replaced by her twin sister. Ouch. I also found a photo of her at a charity gala last year, all elegance in a silver gown, her blue eyes sharp and confident. Another of her with Henry, his arm around her, both smiling like they owned the world. My jaw tightened. He’d thrown her away for her sister? Fool.

“No…but she said it was important.” I followed my assistant into the reception hall – and found Cassia waiting near the window, standing perfectly like a saint. “Selene,” she calls out with a venomous smile as always, “you look stunning.” “Cassia,” my voice sounded professional, “What do you want?” “Since you are back… Can you divorce Lucien now?” she asked, her words sharp enough to slice red chillies in someone's eyes. I didn't blink. “Divorce?” I let the word roll out of my mouth like I was tasting it. “And who told you I'm still married to Lucien?”

Blue sat at the table coloring quietly, unaware that the headlines had already started spreading. I looked down at my screen. BLACKWOOD DIVORCE SECRETS RESURFACE Hidden Child Rumors Surround Billionaire CEO Sources Question Timeline of Marriage Collapse Jesus Christ. The leak had spread faster than I expected. I opened the article anyway. Mistake. They framed Elara exactly the way I knew they would. Quiet wife. Mysterious disappearance. Speculation about infidelity. Questions about paternity timelines carefully disguised as “industry curiosity.” Cowards. Every single one of them.

“If you are divorcing our daughter, then you must be prepared to divorce the shares we hold in your company.” I felt the weight of her eyes, the sharpened judgment. My chest tightened. “If that is what you want,” I said quietly, low, deliberate, “you can take the shares.” A thin, sharp smile tugged at her lips. “You think you are smart?” She leaned forward, eyes glinting. “The shares will be calculated based on your company’s present income, not when we invested.” I scoffed softly, almost involuntarily. Eva slammed her hand against the table, the sound cracking the quiet like a gunshot. “Why are you being rude to my parents?” she snapped. “Have you forgotten our agreement?”

Thinking of the miserable end of her last life, she'd rather end it now than wait for that moment. "I said, let's divorce." The next day, news of Debra's extravagant purchase of wasteland swept through major platforms. Debra was the sole heiress to the Frazier family, and ten billion dollars was just a figure for her. However, with her family's businesses operating, she had limited liquid assets. It was not easy for her to raise the money. Debra lay on the bed, rubbing her brows. 'Should I find Juan? No.' He left without a word yesterday when she proposed a divorce.

She has no interest in bussiness and she was not against on that. "My daughter Patricia De Hizon will inherit the precious jewelries of my late wife Leticia Hernandez De Hizon that will be given by Attorney Dela Marced, the two storey house in London, The Hotel Royale in California, USA and a bank acount worth of twenty million dollars. My trusted butler Roberto De Guzman and my assitant Alejandro Quinto who has been loyal to me all through the years will have an amount of two point five million dollars each." Now they knew the reason why Mr. De Guzman and the former assistant of Don Alonzo was here to witness the reading of the will, it is because the late old man had inheritted them too fo