روايات وقصص ضمن Never Divorce A Secret Billionaire Heiress

She stammered. “What are you even saying? How can we be needed?" “She is saying Salindra is a bloody billionaire heiress, Madam Celine!” I shouted suddenly, startling everyone and rising to my feet with murderous eyes. Silence instantly fell in the room as the two girls were watching me with rumpled faces. “She is not even Salindra, to begin with,” I added with a lowered voice but angry. “My woman, the same person you all compelled me to reject, is apparently the one and only daughter of the Harrington. Dr. Isabella Harrigton.”

His every other Girlfriends had always seen it as an opportunity to rig money from him, he'd had always send them weekly allowance, clothings and all just to put them in place. He noticed Shannon wasn't like that , she had never asked him money for anything in her life , when she wanted to quit her Job as his secretary. He had thought the demand on her was too much and she just wanted to back off and be full depending on him, but he hadn't seen the twist coming, not only did she left for and was working for the Lincoln, she was the heiress of the company. When he found out unknowingly to her few weeks back after she'd tried to make MS. Sawyer the judge of the Tiger project jealous, he had di

Kent gave her a sidelong glance and said, "I don't have to. It's Ms. Evans." "Ms. Evans? Isn't she the one who's going to marry Eddy Morrison? How dare you ignore the call from the future Mrs. Morrison?" Kent spat and said, "What heiress? She probably doesn't even have much longer to live." The two women continued asking questions out of curiosity, and Kent didn't hold back any information either. "That stupid woman made a deal with Mr. Morrison. She needs to get her hands on 50 million dollars in half a month," he said.

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”

I would hear them murmuring each time I visited his company. "He deserves better. Good thing he's dumping her for Kylie." "Yeah, she is SO much better than this slob!" Little did they know, I was the secret heiress of the second-wealthiest family in our nation. My best friend Brooks Piercen is the richest man in the nation. Brooks was the owner of a massive chain of restaurants, culinary schools, and the best dairy farms slash petting zoos you could ever visit. Yes, Brooks was a downright southern cowboy, down to the core, but he was also a great chef, and a fierce business tycoon.

"You will never, ever ask me about my past before this agreement. And you will never set foot in the small apartment I live in now." Julian Thorne stared at me, a fascinating mix of annoyance and dawning intrigue in his eyes. He hesitated, clearly sensing the massive secret that lay just beneath my request. Then, with a curt, decisive nod, he answered. "Agreed. Now sign." I dipped the expensive pen into the ink. There was no turning back. I just sold myself to the one man in the world who could destroy me, all to protect the one thing he already owned. My name is Evelyn Reed, and I just married the father of my secret child.

The woman he considered as a daughter. “He won’t be losing out on anything, Isaac if he doesn’t carry the Bodega name. Nor will I.” “That leaves me in a bind then, Kenna. Since you are the heiress to all of this!” His arms make a sweeping motion to indicate everything. “I realize that but I still have the trust fund money unless you decide to cut that off, it’s worth a billion dollars and I have the money that Xander was giving me. You see, Isaac, Mother - I am a secret billionairess in my own right now.”

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.