Never Divorce A Secret Billionaire Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

**“Damian Cavendish: Secret Heir Revealed!” She clicked the video. Grainy footage of her and Julian leaving the penthouse played, Damian’s security team blurred in the background. A narrator’s voice declared, “Sources confirm that billionaire Damian Cavendish has a secret son with his former fiancée, Sienna Blake…” The words blurred in her mind. She couldn’t breathe. “They weren’t supposed to release this,” Sienna whispered. Cole nodded grimly. “We’re doubling security. No one’s getting close.” Her thoughts spiraled. “Julian… does he know?”

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’ve always known this day would come; it’s clear that she’s not genuine in her actions and that envy has always simmered beneath the surface. “Kylie,” Atlas calls my name, pulling me out of my thoughts. I take a deep breath, turning to face him with an expression devoid of any emotion. To me, Atlas is just a friend—nothing more. But that changed when he confessed his feelings for me. Since then, I’ve grown even more distant from him, especially after learning about the arranged marriage. He knows how much I despise talking about our family business, yet I didn’t expect him to be the one to push for this. Dad agreed because he wants to increase his wealth, and Atlas played right into his han

Maeve looked away in anger and then I remembered something important. “Speaking of you,” I said, pointing at her, “we’re going to the hospital right now.” Maeve frowned. “Why?” “To check if you’re still a virgin,” I announced, ignoring the shocked gasp from her and Hudson. “I’m marrying you off to Mr. Smith. He’s a billionaire, and he only marries virgins.” “Gianna, stop this madness!” Robert exclaimed, his face reddening in anger. I faced him cutting him off with a wave of my hand.

"Even though we know that your marriage to Jaxon was private, be careful. Because you're now the billionaire's secret." So this my first warning as the billionaire secret? This is my first warning as a billionaire wife?

I'm good' 'He just needs to rest, you can check on him though' 'Ok! Thanks' 'Are you his wife or girlfriend? 'No I'm his maid, and I work for him' 'Wow, that's so loving, you look more than to that to him' Nanny Divine rushed in with tears in her eyes, and as she glanced across to Clara. She ran into her embrace and her tears wet her shirt. That warm embrace melted her and her mind burned. It was strange that secrets run through those grey people

“Have you been watching The Exorcist again?” “You being able to name my favorite movie proves you’re probably still the original High C.” Portia quickly accepted my decision to divorce and immediately switched gears. “Then we have to celebrate! The Verve, eleven tonight. Put on your sluttiest dress and your tackiest makeup! I won’t leave until I’ve introduced you to the sexiest man in the club tonight!” She hung up before I could refuse. Which was fine—I wasn’t going to refuse. Clubs weren’t really my scene anymore, but if I wanted to cut Cary Grant out of my life cleanly, the divorce papers alone weren’t enough. Marrying a billionaire required corporate compliance and board-level approvals,

“ Stop lying to yourself. I bet that is why you are going through with the divorce. After, what can I possibly give you or add to your life?” “ Is this coming from Micheal Don Salvatore El’s granddaughter? You mean the chosen heir to a billion dollar company is nothing in your eyes? Nicki…” “ Newsflash, the billionaire isn't taking my calls anymore. Maybe he will reach out when we are finally divorced.” She explained, grabbed her phone and bolted before I could say another word. Unable to stay in my office, I drove straight to the headquarters and met a dazed Melissa in the elevator. I stepped in and waved briefly at her. She gave me a light bow without tearing her gaze off me.

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.