The Billionaire Divorce Heiress Novels & Stories

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.

To be honest, I don't even know why I'm this drawn to her, I just have this gut that she's a nice person and somehow, it felt like I knew her from somewhere. With Bernard and Asher taking the front seat, and Charlotte and I taking the back seat, we all got busy with talks. Ben and Asher won't stop talking about work while Charlotte and I talked about our personal life. Our childhood experience— just the happy memories though. I couldn't talk about my bad experience. It was just like opening a closed wound. I got to know that she's the heiress of the Flair's family. They're also one of the powerful and prominent billionaires here in America. She's her parent's only daughter and also a doctor

Don't make me ask twice. In my previous life, I would have replied with an apology and a wire transfer. I had been the billionaire heiress who functioned as a footstool for a boy who hated the very air I breathed. I had died in a hospital wing I funded, alone, while he toasted his engagement to Stacy with my money. Not this time. We pulled up to the elite campus of Columbia University. Julian was leaning against a stone pillar, looking every bit the brooding "bad boy" in a jacket I had bought him for Christmas. Stacy was draped over his arm, giggling.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.

I would hear them murmuring each time I visited his company. "He deserves better. Good thing he's dumping her for Kylie." "Yeah, she is SO much better than this slob!" Little did they know, I was the secret heiress of the second-wealthiest family in our nation. My best friend Brooks Piercen is the richest man in the nation. Brooks was the owner of a massive chain of restaurants, culinary schools, and the best dairy farms slash petting zoos you could ever visit. Yes, Brooks was a downright southern cowboy, down to the core, but he was also a great chef, and a fierce business tycoon.

The woman he considered as a daughter. “He won’t be losing out on anything, Isaac if he doesn’t carry the Bodega name. Nor will I.” “That leaves me in a bind then, Kenna. Since you are the heiress to all of this!” His arms make a sweeping motion to indicate everything. “I realize that but I still have the trust fund money unless you decide to cut that off, it’s worth a billion dollars and I have the money that Xander was giving me. You see, Isaac, Mother - I am a secret billionairess in my own right now.”

Burnt into tiny pieces of ash in some dirty alley. For years, I had to watch that bastard live in luxury. I had to watch her take the title of Mrs. Christian Blackthorne. Even though Christian loved me, even though he slept in my bed, it was her name on the marriage paper. It was always her face the media called the billionaire’s wife. Now? The space beside Christian was wide open and everything she owned was about to become mine. Mrs. Gemma Blackthorne. It sounded so good, like it had always belonged to me.

"And what did you say?" "That I'd pass it along," she said. "Which I'm now doing." She put her hands on my shoulders and I let myself lean back into them for just a second. "Are you happy?" she asked. I looked at myself in the mirror. Victoria Hale. Twenty-nine years old. Founder and CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion companies in the world. Owner of her own name, her own story, and every piece of ground she stood on. The daughter of a woman who had survived things that should have destroyed her. And in about forty minutes, about to walk down an aisle in Paris toward a man who had chosen her on purpose, every single day, through every version of who she was still becoming.

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"