The Billionaire Divorce Heiress Mga Nobela at Kwento

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

"What the fuck? Who's that? Isn't that Philip Knox from Knox Group?" "Oh my God, it really is him! The richest billionaire in the country! I've seen him on the news before!" "Wait, did the lady boss just call him 'Dad'?" "The case is solved! She's not some kept mistress with a money-laundering hobby! She's an heiress! A real heiress worth billions of dollars!" "What kind of a plot twist is this? The billionaire dad is here to back his daughter up!" Alice's face turned as pale as a sheet at once.

As Theodore opened the car door for her, Alicia slipped her hand into his. The simple gesture felt precious. Family had never given her good memories. But after a billionaire caused her divorce and blew her old life apart, she’d been given something better: a chance to build her own, and love them with a kind of love she had never known.

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.

she replied. Damien's eyes almost popped out of their sockets on hearing what she just said. "You owe him two hundred billion?" he repeated, just to be sure, and Isla nodded, confirming her words. "It's a long story," an almost quiet laugh escaped her lips. "But until I have two hundred billion to pay him back, I'm stuck with him," she shrugged, defeat settling into her shoulders. There was no way in hell she could raise two hundred billion dollars, and it was unfortunate because that was the only way she could legally divorce and cut all ties with him.

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. …

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

“Anywhere away from you.” As I walked away, I heard him laughing and calling after me. Fuck him, for real. …. When I got home, I simply crashed on my bed and opened my search engine, searching for that familiar name. Immediately I hit the search button, her name popped up in the second spot. SYDNEY CAMPBELL, BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS OF THE CZ CONGLOMERATE AND CEO OF SYD STYLES. The more I scrolled up, the more I saw her achievements and awards in recent years.

The anchor’s voice continued: “Sources confirm the woman is Kira Ashford, daughter of business mogul Richard Ashford and heiress to the Ashford International empire, estimated at over three billion dollars. Ms. Ashford disappeared from public life nine years ago and has not been seen until today…” The screen showed more footage. Twelve black SUVs. Security. Paparazzi. The Ashford Estate gates. Catherine’s glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. Adrian couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His “nobody” wife was a billionaire.