Secret Billionaire Divorcee Novels & Stories

This was big news, news that would shake the entire city of Lake Side. Everyone knew me. Mr. May, the recent billionaire. Everyone also knew that today, Racheal May and I were divorcing. The city whispered about it, the press had already written their headlines, and people believed she would walk away with half of everything I owned, becoming the richest woman in Lake Side overnight. But what they didn’t know, what no one could see coming, was that today would not end the way they expected. And when it unfolded, it would be something so different, something no one had the foresight to imagine.

Well, good riddance because damn! There was no way her and her husband dearest were going to escape what I had for them. She had some nerve. Coming into my home, almost ruining things for Scarlett and I, all for a few millions, while she was still married to the fucker I made swear I would never set my eyes on him again. Yeah, they asked for every bit of what I was going to serve to them on a gold dish. With these, I couldn't help but wonder what then was in the second envelope, the brown one.

The old man took his private jet back home immediately, he was still on the flight when he received the news that Navie divorced Reid and ran away. “Well done,” Bianca whispered into the phone, praising the hit-and-run driver. “It was perfectly executed”, she laughed. “You took care of Navie excellently. And the child that went with her? Icing on the cake. I will send you the balance and even add a bonus.” The call ended. "Oh what a relief”, Her relief was short-lived. Behind her, George's cold eyes pierced through her. “You...You...You evil witch! You just wait and watch what I will do to you”, he said pointing his walking stick at her, shaking in anger.

I rolled my eyes, bulging my eyes as I looked at my plate. If only he knew my net worth was far superior to his! His entire family's net worth was less than 30% of mine. "Yeah... maybe you're right. But for now, all that is going to charity. I already signed the paperwork for it, darling; there's no going back!" I said, making a mental note to sign that divorce paper as soon as possible. "Alright, sweetheart. You're a smart girl; I know you'll make good choices," he said as he placed his hand on the side of my head, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

“You actually came.” “I was forced.” Hale laughed. “I figured.” I entered the ballroom together with Hale. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead while an orchestra played softly in the distance. “This family really knows how to spend money,” Hale muttered. I ignored the comment. “Where’s Victor Graham?” Hale looked around. “The birthday celebrant?” “No.” “The son.” Victor Graham Jr. One of the newest names among wealthy investors. After the investor leak… He had quietly withdrawn every naira he’d invested in Vilmorre Enterprises.

Not Amelia Blackwood. The pieces fit together with the kind of clean, undeniable clarity that made for exactly the sort of story Renata's editors lived for. A woman married into one of the country's most powerful families, divorced within days of her three-year anniversary, only to reemerge as the secret heir to an entirely separate fortune, one that by several conservative estimates exceeded even her ex-husband's. By midnight, the story was written and by two in the morning, it had cleared editorial review. By six, it was live on every major financial news platform in the country, accompanied by the six photographs Renata captured from her car and the old wedding photograph pulled from the

"Billionaire CEO's Secret Quadruplets: The Wife He Threw Away Built an Empire and Had His Children." That was the first headline. The gentlest one. By noon, there were forty-seven variations. The story itself: powerful man discards wife at anniversary gala, introduces secretary's daughter as his heir, signs divorce papers before the champagne goes flat. The wife disappears. Rebuilds. Becomes CEO of a rival company that threatens his market share. And the entire time, she was raising four children he never knew existed. Quadruplets. The public didn't need to decide who the villain was. The story came pre-assembled.

And now that I was living that wish, I found it a little amusing. The attention was crazy and the questions were bizarre and a little provoking. “Hi, CEO Ivelle, how does it feel being the heir to such a huge conglomerate without Jasver in your life?” I stared at the reporter with a disgusting look on my face. “Ivelle, do you think the situation surrounding your divorce would have changed if Jasver knew you were wealthy?” That questioned made me smirk, of course he would. Hell, I was sure that wherever he was right now, he'd have heard the news and would be unable to take it.

I sat by the window, my suitcase beside me, and ordered the cheapest thing on the menu. I needed to start thinking like this now. My fingers wrapped around the warm cup as I pulled out my phone. I hesitated for a second before opening the news. I already knew what I would see, but seeing it hit different. My breath caught in my throat. “ARDENIAN HEIR SCANDAL: CEO DIVORCES WIFE OVER INFIDELITY.” “INSIDE THE FALL OF SLOANE ARDENIAN — CHEATING ALLEGATIONS SURFACE.” “MISTRESS PREGNANT, WIFE EXPOSED.”

Dianne did not believe that the penniless Jenna could fork out $30 million so easily. Back then, Jenna married into the Hidalgo family without a penny to her name. Dianne was laughed at by other high-society women for having such a poor daughter-in-law, so Jenna was a disgrace to her. Although Elena said that Jenna now had a lot of men backing her, why would they spend so much money on a divorced woman? Were those men dumb?" Jenna hooked her lips, took out the black card from her purse, and handed it to the staff at the side. Swipe it." There was no hesitation.