Novel & Cerita La Heredera Divorciada Billonaria

She had thought it was something serious. “I told you I was not thinking straight when I gave you the divorce papers,” She understood that he was annoyed at the thought of divorce while he was only curious about her wealth. “Since I could not prioritize our marriage or you, I wanted to set you free. Let’s go there tomorrow. I will personally tear it to shreds in front of your eyes.” “Don’t be mad, okay.” “As for the alimony, it was just a small portion of my properties. I am the Petrova heir, remember.” She said it matter of factly.

I rolled my eyes, bulging my eyes as I looked at my plate. If only he knew my net worth was far superior to his! His entire family's net worth was less than 30% of mine. "Yeah... maybe you're right. But for now, all that is going to charity. I already signed the paperwork for it, darling; there's no going back!" I said, making a mental note to sign that divorce paper as soon as possible. "Alright, sweetheart. You're a smart girl; I know you'll make good choices," he said as he placed his hand on the side of my head, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

Not only did I get what I was entitled to, but I also received half of all his assets under his name. Staring at the figures in the contract, I was stunned. I never imagined Hector had accumulated so much wealth. I never expected he would give me so much. A large portion of it, I knew, was something Hector could have easily avoided giving me, thanks to his resources and influence. In the end, after two months of intense public drama triggered by a reality show, the divorce was finally settled. The story’s conclusion was simple: I had transformed into a single, billionaire woman. …

I sniffed and wiped my cheeks, before Salsa whispered, “Do you know the marriage agreement says that if you accept divorce the Fanny’s will compensate you with ten million dollars?” I shook my head in confirmation, “Yes, I have read it several times, Salsa,” I replied and screwed up my face to ask, “What are you insinuating I do?” Salsa shot a quarrelsome gaze at me, “Are you still asking me such rhetorical question?” she snapped, “There is still an opportunity to accept the divorce. Have you ever counted ten million dollars in your life? You were born and raised in poverty. Instead of accepting the divorce and becoming richer, you are pledging your love for Brian, who may die in the coma…”

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

VALERIA Emiliano Navarro Reyes had already signed the divorce papers, and as planned, Renata Salgado Mora had retrieved them for me. His willingness to sign so quickly did not surprise me anymore. There was a time I would have called it love, but now I knew it was simply indifference dressed up as convenience. I stared out of the airplane window as the clouds stretched endlessly beneath me, and for a moment, memories I had buried for two years came rushing back with uncomfortable clarity.

humiliating him? Even I that ran away was still struggling to make him come back to his senses not to talk of her. Kingsley’s mother’s eyes flickered with rage as she turned to Ashley. “Kingsley,” she said, her voice trembling, “have you lost your mind? This woman is married! To Maya’s ex-husband, no less! Have you forgotten how she destroyed your wedding? How could you—” Ashley stepped forward, her smile unwavering. “Excuse me, Mrs. Bane,” she interrupted smoothly, “but I think you may have missed the news. Lance Wells and I finalized our divorce some time ago. So, as you can see, I’m very much single.

I cleared my throat and started to recite everything I had already decided on, “The profits stay a hundred percent mine. We might be married to the world but within these walls, we are not and our private lives must stay separate. There will be no jealousy, nothing of that sort.” He shrugged, “As you will see, all of that is in the deal anyway, no jealousy no falling in love, nothing complicated. It is only a business contract” I swallowed, my next words were going to change everything. “Then I agree, the documents?”

He was interested to know what he was thinking about. “Don't tell me you are thinking about accepting her invitation.” Carl said. “I am, I will.” He replied. “Oh God.” Carl sighed. “You don't even know who she is.” “I know now, I did a background check on her. Her husband died a few years ago, she lives in Australia, she has two kids, and she is a billionaire and the second richest in the city but she has a rival. Clara Harper.” He explained. “Yes, we know she is Clara’s rival.”