Novel & Cerita Never Divorce A Secret Billionaire Heiress

Boss, if your marital status isn't stable, it's going to affect the IPO. Ruby frowned. Get it. His contact info and his schedule. I'll find him again. The only reason she agreed to her mother, Sheila's ridiculous demand to get married immediately. Was for the IPO. A married legal representative just looked better on the application. But now she was hitched to a total stranger, who was clearly part of some larger scheme she'd been dragged into. Owen Knight was not a simple man. The smart play was to get a divorce fast and cut her losses before things got any more complicated.

Founder of the firm I built from nothing, out of a cramped rental office in West Hollywood with one broken printer, two best friends more loyal than most families, and morning sickness that had nearly made me throw up all over a tray of travertine samples. I got divorced just days after I walked out of Rafael’s mansion. I didn’t even show up to court. The lawyers handled everything faster if I stayed out of sight, and at the time I was too busy sleeping on the office couch, fighting nausea, and figuring out how to move across continents without falling apart. I didn’t take Moretti money. Not a single dollar. I didn’t call my family in Colombia either, not to come get me, save me, or haul me

Last I heard, she was working at a diner in upstate New York, her dreams of a billionaire lifestyle buried under the weight of Julian’s debt. "They thought they could take a crown they didn't earn," Xavier said, his grip tightening protectively. "They forgot that a Queen knows her kingdom better than any thief ever could." The doors to the terrace swung open, and my assistant stepped out, looking frantic but professional. "Mrs. Sterling-Thorne? The guests have all arrived in the ballroom. The Minister is ready, and the press is held back behind the gold cord. It’s time." I looked at my reflection in the glass. I was no longer the girl who did homework for a boy who hated her. I was the archi

If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals. He lived an absolutely miserable life. One day, the heiress' first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day. In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go. She produced the prenup he had signed and said, "You can leave, but you'll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress." Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper's daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.

"I tell them I'm pregnant with your child. That we've been secretly involved for months. That you pursued me after your divorce." Rowan's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. "The headlines write themselves," Selene said softly. "'Rowan Adair Impregnates Mistress Months After Divorce.' 'Billionaire's Secret Affair Exposed.' 'Was He Cheating During His Marriage?'" She stepped closer. "You can't afford that scandal, Rowan," she whispered. "Not now. Not when you're trying to win Marcelline back." His blood turned to ice. "Don't," he said quietly.

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]

"This deal is going to bring me billions of dollars. Something that you have never had access to except by the function of this deal... And that is if you see it through." Amelia wanted to retort but figured out that during this was probably not going to do her any good. Firstly, she had absolutely nothing to her name and she deserved a fresh start. "How much are we talking about?" "I'm talking a billion. See this as my donation to charity." Amelia's face colored in anger again as he continued to talk down on her as though she was nothing. Even if she didn't have a stitch in the world, it wasn't the license for this man to make such remarks about her.

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”