La Heredera Multimillonaria Divorciada Novels & Stories

"No, e. I just saw it now." "She's a daughter of a famous tycoon and a former actress. Unica hija is therefore the only heir. Graduated with latin honors in Ateneo. My cousin proposed to her but didn't answer. She said she already likes someone," he continued. I have no interest in the speaker's personal life. "He mentioned a name there in the magazine, e. I just forgot." It was a pain in the ass. I could barely understand what the speaker was saying because Harry was speaking next to me. If I only knew he's still that talkative, I should have avoided him.

Kyera's face remained straight ever as she spoke her mind, everyone in the office now watching both of them exchanging words instead of joining in the discussion. “You must be in your head with one of those fairy tale novels you read again. I don't blame you,” Taylor cocked an eyebrow at her. “Whatever you say,” Kyera rolled her eyes flippantly, and took her seat behind her desk, “I am reading one now though. The lady is a rich one, and she is tough,” she mumbled. “I don't care. It is probably your regular books again,” Taylor dismissed. “No, it is not. Why am I even talking a lot?” Kyera's lips pursed as opened her laptop and switched it on, “After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billlionaire, is

she said, loud, so everyone heard it, "are you pregnant?" The whole crowd leaned in at once. I made myself pull my hand away. Slow. Casual. Like it had never been there. "No," I said. "Sources say you left the anniversary and went straight to a hospital." "I fainted." I lifted my chin. "Because I hadn't eaten in two days, because my husband divorced me in front of four hundred people. You'd faint too." "So there's no baby?"

After a long time, Selena paused and tucked her hair behind her ears to calm herself down. “What do you mean? Are you joking? Or are you thinking of a way to humiliate me again?” Her eyes were wary and cold. She was distancing herself from him. Eric pursed his lips and sighed lightly. His eyes were dark as he glanced out to the night sky. His voice became soft as he said, “I’m not joking. As you said, I’ve been divorced twice, and I have a kid. People like me aren’t sought after in the marriage market. I don’t want to look for a woman who schemes to get my family’s fortune. Among the so-called elite women in the circle, all of them have ulterior motives. Chance may die from an accident one d

she expressed in shock. It felt unbelievable, and they all rose to their feet, staring at the TV screen like toddlers watching cartoons, unable to be disturbed. "As the report reached us, we found out that the former Alda Morgan, now Alessandra Russo, was recently divorced by her husband, Tyler Harrington, and lost everything she ever had to the cold hands of her husband's divorce." "Could this be fate? The former Alda Morgan, now Alessandra Russo, who should now be a nobody, is now one of the richest women alive in the United States of America."

He talks a lot but his good looks make you forget about that in a minute. He smiled back. "So, gentlemen, let's get to the order of the day," Nathan's lawyer took over from Francis. "Thank you, Francis. We have some terms here for the divorce. If I may, can I proceed?" "Yes," Francis and I chorused. "Good. Firstly, Mr. Lancaster wants to pay you a total of five hundred thousand dollars as a settlement for the divorce," "I don't want his money," I replied firmly. I don't have any interest in Nathan's money. I didn't ask for a divorce to get some part of his money, I needed the divorce for my freedom.

I hush her as the news anchor starts to mention a high-profile divorce case. “Billionaire couple Mr. Alexander Adair and Mrs. Anna Adair have announced that they will be splitting apart. Mr. Adair, the worlds hottest billionaire, announced to the media this morning that him and his wife will no longer be together anymore. The reason of the split is unknown but all we know is this high profile divorce case is being handled by one of the brightest, smartest, and fiercest lawyers out there, Ms. Sarah Carter.” The news anchor, Emily, states.

he laughed. Sofia and I both laughed. I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh and Sofia squeezed. I took that as my cue to shut up and let her handle this part. Miranda was a four time divorcee who had amassed over $100 million dollars just by being a fine piece of ass that knew how to get the right husband and a very favorable prenup.

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"

Their marriage was a matter of convenience, and untangling it wouldn’t be easy. Vera looked at him, seeing the seriousness in his eyes. She knew the reason he wasn’t considering divorce was because of her family’s influence. In a few years, when she was no longer of any use, he would discard her without a second thought. Thinking of her grim future, she decided she’d rather end things now. “I’m serious, Ethan . Let’s get a divorce.” The following day, news of Vera’s extravagant land purchase spread like wildfire. As the Summers family’s only heir, Vera controlled vast wealth, but even ten billion dollars was no small amount. However, her family’s business operations meant there wasn’t much l