Novel & Cerita The Divorce Billionaire Heiress Movie

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

I gripped the edge of the table. The screen cut to a split graphic. Left side: Giselle’s recent headshot, elegant, composed. Right side: a grainy still from security footage—Octavia standing over an open grave, face half-turned toward the camera, and unmistakable. The headline crawler at the bottom scrolled in bold red letters: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS NEARLY BURIED ALIVE BY STEPSISTER. I grabbed my phone and dialed Giselle’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.

Sleeping Fiona was a vision of beauty, her creamy skin flawless beneath a pinkish hue staining her cheeks, and her mouth…god, how he wanted to taste those rosebud lips again. Her forehead was free from worry and the wrinkled frown she usually displayed. He was glad he could give her respite from the city, and a chance to relax. Did she know how beautiful she was without all the makeup and expensive clothes? This woman—this billionaire heiress had everything her heart desired, and yet, she seemed downhearted and melancholy about her lot in life. Chris knew deep down she wasn’t happy. Determined to get her

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

It was also not the expression Edward wanted at the moment. "If you want a divorce, just get a divorce," Felicia replied so casually. As if what they were discussing really didn't matter. "You seem to understand your position quite well. Or have you been waiting for this moment?" Edward asked later. "I don't think so. But, sooner or later, it has to happen. Don't worry, the most powerful cure for a broken heart is wealth. So, make sure you give me enough assets and pay me enough to enjoy my old age, as well as to pay for the happy family I will have," Felicia said at length.

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”

Cox glowering at her. She could also feel another pair of eyes melting through her skin, turning her eyes to the head of the table, she was met with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Alex Donovan, the ruthless billionaire CEO and also the most eligible bachelor in City M, in fact the country. The pictures she had come across while doing her research had not done him justice. She aimed a smile at him and turned to listen to the presentation Mr. Cox was giving. The next 10 minutes passed in a haze of boredom. This was probably the worst PowerPoint presentation she had ever seen and that was saying a lot.

It cut deep; her own mother had branded her a criminal in the blink of an eye. Before Lydia could defend herself, the tension was struck. "Well, Adrian, the Sinclairs are here to negotiate the marriage alliance between you and Natasha. It is destiny. The uniting of the sole heirs to two of the greatest empires in this nation. It’s the single best thing that could ever happen to both our houses." It was a miracle that the patriarch of the family remained completely unbothered by the scandal swirling around the Sinclairs. He had to be incredibly pleased with Natasha to overlook a mess like this.After all she was the Heiress just as he mentioned.

She doesn’t look at me right away but I can feel the tension in the way she sets it down, like she already knows what’s inside. “Don’t let it get to you,” she mutters wiping her hands on a towel that doesn’t need wiping. That alone tells me everything I unfold it slowly I don’t rush anymore. I have learned that rushing only makes the hit land harder. My eyes land on the headline. Local Heiress Under Scrutiny After Traumatic Breakdown I don’t react at first I just stare then I keep reading. Unstable. Emotional. Not fit to manage large assets. Concerns raised about her mental health following kidnapping and postpartum stress.