Secret Billionaire Divorcee Novels & Stories

She was about to ask what was going on until she saw and heard it. A photograph of Scott with his hair perfectly groomed and in a three-piece suit and tie was on the big screen behind the bubbly African American female and grinning Caucasian male reporters. “Self-made billionaire Scott Kelly has been living in a small residential community here in Orlando under the alias Scott Jenkins,” the female reporter said with sparkling eyes. A picture of Scott’s house flashed on the screen behind the reporters. “The last we heard anything about Scott was seven years ago.” “Yeah, he dropped out of sight after his nasty divorce from French model, Marlena Kelly,” the male reporter said as a picture of a

Sylvester hit my shoulder, "My friend, whatever it is you're thinking about is nothing compared to the deal you'll be signing tomorrow. Take your mind off it and get your head back into the game," My head immediately went back to the client that'll be in my office as early as possible tomorrow and I needed to be extra ready to meet them. Saying a quick goodbye, I rushed out of the apartment and drove home to get to work and probably avoid Alicia. As I walked into the silent mansion, my eyes caught the document sitting on the kitchen aisle, I picked it up and opened it to see it was the divorce papers. She was ready, she had been ready since the night my grandmother died.

“He barely even cared. Signed the papers like it was just another business deal.” Skyler’s eyes widened dramatically. “No way. No drama? No ‘how could you leave me’ moment?” “None,” I replied, letting out a small laugh. “He asked me where I got the $10 million from, though. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I didn’t touch his money. Two years and he still knows nothing about me.” Skyler raised his glass in a mock toast. “To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.”

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. …

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.

"I've been honest with you from the beginning about what this would be. I give you everything you need—" "Except your love!" The words burst out before I could stop them. "You give me money, lavish fists, fancy clothes, expensive trips, but I want more than that. I want to be more than the skeleton in your cupboard." "If people knew," he countered, "they'd tear you apart. They'd call you a gold digger, and would say you're using me. The scandal would cost me a lot of my business associates and my daughter would be devastated." "Your daughter," I repeated bitterly. "It always comes back to Valeria, doesn't it?"

“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. That Mayor’s one of the most powerful men I know. If you stripped him of what he owned, I know you can do better with my big-dicked husband who does nothing but party.” “Thank you for trusting me. Divorce is war, and as your attorney, I will get you every penny you deserve.” “And the ones I don’t. I want everything, including the money he’s hiding. I heard crypto’s the thing now.” “Fortunately, I’m good at tracking hidden assets.” “Then I’m in the right place. Look into it. I’ll be back tomorrow so we can officially file.” She stood up. I followed. “I found him in a club. The dick was great, so I married him. Turns out he couldn’t keep it to himself.

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."

VICTORIA Her name was Sylvie Rhodes. She had been declared legally dead seven years ago after a boating accident in the South of France. Her sworn statement said the accident had been set up by her husband. She had not been dead. She had been hiding, waiting until she had enough proof that staying hidden was no longer the safer choice. The document she had handed to the court was a full record of Daniel Rhodes' financial moves over the past ten years. It covered his arrangement with Trent. It covered the funding of the duplicate program. It covered the involvement of the Hawthorne Syndicate.

After all, I only wanted to watch him writhe in agony while begging for the sweet release of death. … Sasha and I both announced our divorce on social media that very day. We made it to the top trending searches with the keywords, "Sasha's divorce due to affair with secretary", but she couldn't care less about it. She was the rising star of the business world, after all, and this scandal meant absolutely nothing to her. Her backer would clean everything up for her, anyway. And given time, people would love her again after the scandal had come to pass. In the past, I went behind her back and asked Dad to set up an investment company that only signed her as the sole client. And through my mark