Novel & Cerita Secret Billionaire Divorcee

"Your ex-wife, Bella, was admitted into my hospital a few days ago. Apparently, she fainted at her wedding." My jaw tightened. "Wedding?" "Yes. She married a man named Cole Warren. Does that name ring a bell?" I clenched my fists under the desk. Cole Warren. Of course, I knew the name. CEO of Warren Capital Holdings and one of my biggest rivals in the financial world. And now, he was Bella's husband. The thought of someone as powerful as Cole being Bella's husband burned my chest like as if someone spilled acid on it. "Go on," I forced myself to speak.

“…breaking news: business tycoon billionaire Gabriel Vale finalizes divorce with wife, Sienna Davidson Vale…” My eyes flew open. The headline rolled across the bottom of the screen: Business Tycoon Gabriel Vale Files for Divorce—Engaged to Sylvia Dawn. For a second, I couldn’t move. My pulse roared in my ears as I stared at the screen. The video clip showed Gabriel standing in front of flashing cameras, his hand resting possessively at the small of Sylvia’s back. His smile was sharp and confident, the same smile that used to make my heart skip. Sylvia, perfect in her glittering dress, leaned into him, her eyes gleaming.

“Like I said before, Mr. Phil Landon… use your tongue to count your teeth. Calculate everything carefully and pull the pieces together. Then you’ll realize that your wife—Bianca Harrington—may be your wife on contract, but she has never been your wife in bed.” My expression hardened instantly. “And what do you mean by that?” “You are not the only one fucking Bianca,” Zoey replied without hesitation, her voice cold and blunt. “For her to get that kind of money, another man must have fixed his dick in her hole and paid for it. Another man fucked Bianca and handed her one point five billion dollars. So just think about it, Phil. If one man can fuck her and give her that money, imagine how many

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

Room heavy, like anniversary dinner where two men at table, one who threw papers onto cold steak, one who brought USB to save house. This was core struggle again, different now. For three years: If I tell him I am Sinclair, will he love me for money? Then: If he begs as billionaire, is he begging for me or loan? Then: If she begs with one suitcase, is she begging for shelter or spotlight? Now: If new billionaire offers clean money, no divorce papers, no fake pregnancy, no four hundred twenty thousand coded as entertainment, is he offering love or leverage? If I take his money to build five shelters faster, am I powerful or for sale again?

“I do. If Dave turned out to be an asshole, I might divorce him in the few first months. But he didn’t, and that made me grow feelings for him.” “Wait. You said divorce him?” Anna’s face went pale as soon as she realized her mistake. She shouldn’t blow up her own secret—it remained secret because she thought there wasn’t an urgency to tell Rebecca and Matt soon. “Is there something you hide from me?” Rebecca asked again after finding out her odd reaction. Anna flashed her an apologetic smile. There was no use hiding it anymore because they would know, or she would tell them the truth soon. “I’m married, Bec.”

Edward asked again. "You divorced me, just as I was about to tell you that I was pregnant. The entire mass media was reporting on your and Adele's marriage. You are an Edward, a businessman from the dark world who will do anything just to get your way. I'm just a secret wife who is about to part with you. I'm afraid you won't accept this child because it could be fatal to your career. And even worse, I'm afraid you'll get rid of it," Felicia explained. "Do you really think that?"

"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?

When I scrolled through my social media, pictures of her with her fiance and caliber of people I could only dream of taking pictures with would greet my sight. She seemed untouchable. "Why don't we find something to hold against her?" Stepdad threw the documents and the envelope across the table close by, relaxing against the sofa. "Something like what? There's no secret nor scandal to use against her. I do not want to lose this house or the wealth, dad." I shuddered whenever I remembered her threat of taking everything away from me. If only she was not that connected or her fiance wasn't that powerful in the country, courtesy of his company — Astra-Z Corporation, I would not be this bothere

It wasn't until a car appeared on the distant highway that they became excited, all crowding toward the entrance for a better angle. They were staking me out, hoping to capture a firsthand shot, while I watched from my office upstairs in the hospital, peering through the blinds at the scene below. I couldn't imagine what headlines they would pair with the images, as my story was indeed full of drama. The young billionaire remained unknown until her divorce, when her ex-husband died at the hands of his lover. The lover was about to be imprisoned, and in the courtroom before imprisonment, she tearfully and desperately told the judge that she had contracted HIV, pleading for a more humane judgm