Romans & histoires La Heredera Multimillonaria Divorciada

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

The horrible thing was, her frantic reply had already proved him right before she could consider that he was bluffing. “Is that the real question here?” He replied, a hint of delight hid in his tone. The real question was, what would she have after the divorce? And the plain answer was, Nothing. Levi Connard was a detestable man with a silver-tongue. At every event, every party, every gala, regardless of how much work she’d put into raising that name to where it stood, no one ever recognised her. Everyone praised him, hailed him and stood behind him. There was no doubt that he had already prepared [people and resources] for this exact moment. He had always been smarter than her where it matt

she paused, tilting her head. “Don’t,” I said sharply, stepping in front of Liam. “He’s mine.” She let out a mocking laugh. “Yours? Please. You expect me to believe that? You were recently divorced when you had him, weren't you ?.” My jaw locked. “I did nothing wrong.” “Sure,” she murmured. “And I suppose his father just fell from the sky?” I wanted to tear that smug expression off her face. “What are you getting at, Sasha?”

"She’s seventy-one years old. Used to be in luxury holdings. Stepped back from public view fifteen years ago." "Timeline?" he asked. "Forty-eight hours," I said. He came back with something in less than that. What he sent me was thin in the places that actually mattered. There were no public filings or any recent interviews. No board seats or company names she was currently attached to. On paper, Celestine Vare was a retired woman living quietly somewhere in the northeast with a portfolio that had been gradually wound down over the past decade and a half. But below the surface, the picture was different.

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.

"Your Honor, my son has suffered so much! He married her, and for five years, our family practically took care of her for nothing!" What? Wiping her tears, she said, "This woman is so deceitful! When she married my son, she hid that she was the heiress of Shalton Group, making my son endure hardship with her. Now that my son's in trouble, she walks away. How is that fair?" What? Emily said, "Exactly! She spent extravagantly during the marriage. I know she has handbags worth millions, which should count as marital property and must be divided!" What?

“Have you forgotten that we were supposed to split the money into two if I was going to divorce her?” “So what's the big deal?” Seraphina spread her arms, a confused look suddenly appearing on her face. “I'm not going to ask you for nothing since you know how wealthy and influential my parents are, so why?” “Besides, isn't the fact that she collected ten million dollars from you enough proof that she never wanted the divorce in the first place?” Her eyes were still locked on that of Orion, but it was not for long, since he took his gaze away from her.

“I began to notice her long midnight chats and calls. I peeped into her chat box one day, and I saw her romantic chats with a man named Lisandro. I never spoke to her about it and I had to hire a private investigator named Scot. He dug into the young man’s profile and he found out he was her ex boyfriend who lives in Mexico. I was flabbergasted, I was grief-stricken, I was crushed. I couldn’t bear the fact that my beloved wife turned out to be exactly like my devilish mother, Amelia.

“I know. I can already see it. The luxurious vacations, the designer clothes, the diamonds. All mine.” Elisa squeals. “God, I’m so jealous. How much is Emily getting from the divorce?” I roll my eyes, still searching for my lip gloss. “Over five hundred million dollars.” Elisa gasps, practically choking. “Five hundred million dollars?! Are you serious?! That’s outrageous!” I huff in agreement. “I know, right? For what? For being a dull, lifeless wife? She’s lucky Carlos is even giving her that much. She should take the money and disappear.”.

This piqued his interest and he leaned forward to get more of the gist. “Yeah. I heard she got married to this rich billionaire son and all of a sudden they got divorced. Nobody knows why though,” Moses said, munching on his food. That was exactly what the feed on his phone had said, although theirs was a bit exaggerated. “Do you happen to know the person she was divorced with?” “I don't know per say. But some say he is a Foster, Ethan Foster…” “Doesn't ring a bell,” Arthur murmured. “Pardon..”