Romans & histoires The Billionaires Ex Wife

After returning from the old master's place, Astrid spent the entire night unable to sleep. She couldn't believe she had been deceived—no, she refused to believe it was true. Magnus was so wealthy; why would he bother scheming for her shares? Compared to his vast fortune, her shares were insignificant, a mere drop in the ocean. The next morning, she rushed to the headquarters of Voss Group. Everyone in the company assumed she was the future president’s wife, so no one dared to stop her.

“Like that wasn't what got me into this mess in the first place.” “What mess?” I couldn't help but ask. “Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I can say that you've got the wrong woman. It's not me….” “You're Alora Henshaw.’ I froze at the sound of my name. “You're married to Fredrick Henshaw and you have a couple of businesses together. Eliaz Deutchmond was your ex husband and he was on the list of potential winners for the city's real estate contract, until you came along that Is. And I also know that you just recently got cleared of your charge at the court. So no, Alora, I know I have the right woman.”

"Jane Phillips-Garrett, the mysterious CEO of P&G Industries, was revealed last night to be the wife of billionaire Christian Holmes. The couple, who sources say have been living separately for months, appeared to reconcile at a charity gala where Phillips-Garrett was honored as one of New York's top entrepreneurs." I kept reading. "Phillips-Garrett, who has kept her business identity secret for years, is worth an estimated $200 million. Sources close to the Holmes family say the couple's marriage has been troubled, with rumors of an impending divorce." My phone rang. It was Sandra. "Jane, are you okay?" "No. Have you seen the news?" "I've seen it. It's everywhere." "Everywhere?" "Every news

“Vivi, it is a Janis Jose—it’s not a knockoff!” Vivianne didn’t so much as blink. She took another sip of her wine, swirling it in her glass as she spoke smoothly. “Of course it is,” she said, her tone relaxed. “Katherine’s dating a billionaire now.” Katherine froze slightly at that, her fingers tightening ever so slightly in her lap. Fiona let out a laugh, tilting her head as she turned back toward Katherine. “So it’s true, then?” she asked, amusement flickering across her face. “You and Zayn are actually dating?”

Adrian laughed once. There was nothing funny about it. "You're telling me my ex-wife became a billionaire and nobody thought I should know?" "You haven't spoken in almost three years." "That's not the point." "No," Daniel said quietly. "It isn't." Adrian looked back at the television. A graphic appeared. FROM DIVORCED ENTREPRENEUR TO BILLIONAIRE INVESTOR Under it was a timeline. 2023: Reclaimed Laurent Capital. 2024: First technology fund.

"You’re letting this business consume you." "The company is undergoing a hostile takeover, Dad," I rasped, my voice sounding like broken glass. "My wife—my ex-wife—controls thirty-one percent of our operating capital, and Mother just leaked forged divorce summaries to the global press. Forgive me if I haven't had time to rest." George smiled faintly, a slow, condescending curve of his lips that made my stomach turn. "Your mother is a blunt instrument," George murmured, picking up his linen napkin to dab at his mouth. "She panics whenever the family name is dragged through the gutter. She thinks media noise wins board battles. She's foolish."

I didn't dare leave Dominic and Leonard alone together. From the kitchen, I quietly peeked at them. “Leonard, cut out all those cheap tricks! Isla Grace is mine now. You're nothing but an ex she no longer loves!” Dominic said firmly. Leonard let out a quiet scoff. “I only came here to eat. There's no need for you to keep throwing jabs at me.” “You're a billionaire. You can eat at any fancy restaurant you want. So why come all the way to this little café if you don't have some ulterior motive involving my girlfriend?”

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

Richard and I had been together for years, and in all that time, I had never seen her hold down a job. She had always been a housewife. And for the entire five years of their marriage, Richard had monitored her accounts with ruthless precision. He’d spoken with her account manager personally, ensuring every single deposit and withdrawal was reported directly to him. Throughout those years, her account balance had never once climbed above fifteen hundred dollars. But now… one point five billion? How? The question burned in my mind. She was jobless, clueless, completely dependent— My thoughts slammed to a halt as my gaze drifted to Phil Landon.

Alex sighed tiredly while he stood there, after a few minutes had passed, he took his phone out. “What's on the news today?” I pried into his screen. Alex said nothing, his thumb flipping through with interest. The latest news was still the usual. Stocks. Liquidated assets, companies going bankrupt and much more. I studied enough before I looked away. Just when I adjusted to leaning on my side of the car, something else caught my eye. HEADLINE: FORMER BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE: VERONICA HARPER CAUGHT AT A HOSPITAL WITH A BABY BUMP AND A NEW MAN.