The Divorce Billionaire Heiress Novel Novels & Stories

“Threats, over and over again Logan. That’s not like you. You’re usually more… subtle.” I let go of her arms with a sharp shove, stepping back. My fists curled tight at my sides. “I prefer you leave here right now before I forget I’m a gentleman.” She smoothed her dress like nothing happened, but her eyes glinted. “You can’t hide forever, Logan. Plus..I'm not scared of a man I once had begging me to stay in his life. Your little billionaire girlfriend will find out. And when she does...I'll be there to watch your downfall…” She trailed off, smiling, before walking down the hall like she’d already won.

He opened the backdoor and gestured to get in. At that moment I realized people were staring and whispering. Some whispering. >She married a billionaire and now thinks she is something >She's shameless...a showoff >Why does she even work here when she is the wife of a billionaire now >I heard she is raking billionaires now...she has a Hargrave, now she wants a Geezran. I felt embarrassed and quickly went into the car. This wasn't the kind of life I wanted and yet people judged me for it.

I needed a new catch, and I needed one fast. I had swiped right on Cullen's profile two months ago on tinder. I was Intrigued by his rugged good looks and impressive wealth. My heart raced as I matched with him, and I quickly did my research. It didn't take me long to find out that he was a divorcee, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that he was a billionaire with no heir. Now that was a catch worth catching. I sauntered through the airport, feeling like a queen on the prowl. I knew that Cullen would be waiting for me soon, and I couldn't wait to meet him. It was always exciting to see how the men I ensnared would react to my beauty and my charm.

My heart stopped as I turned up the volume. "..delighted to announce that my divorce will be finalized within the week," Adrian was saying to a crowd of reporters outside his office building. He looked perfectly polished, completely unaffected by everything that had happened. "I'm ready to start this new chapter of my life with someone who truly understands me." The camera panned to show Maya clinging to his arm, beaming like she'd won the lottery. She was wearing a new necklace, bigger and more expensive than anything he'd ever given me.

I was in my office that morning, reviewing the Q3 projections for Cross Industries when my legal advisor, Marcus, knocked once and let himself in. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said, sliding a manila envelope across my desk. I raised a brow. “If it’s another acquisition rumor…” “Not a rumor,” he said quickly. “A petition.” Then he paused, “A divorce petition.” That caught my attention because what the hell is my business with a divorce? I opened the file and scanned the details quickly, my brows furrowed in concentration. Sophia Hale Cross. Something about the name stood out to me.

She had built her whole strategy around what a smart, careful businesswoman would do when handed the kind of offer Victoria had been handed tonight. But Victoria wasn't just a smart, careful businesswoman. She was something Helena Cross had probably never come across before. Victoria was someone who had genuinely lost everything and rebuilt it with her own hands. That kind of person didn't play by the usual rules, because the usual rules had never protected her in the first place. Helena was going to find that out. Daniel was waiting at a small bar near the river when I arrived. He looked tired and like he hadn't been sleeping either. He stood when he saw me, and we sat across from each othe

he asked, a hint of impatience threading through his tone. She stepped forward, placed her white painted nails on his face and murmured quietly into his ears. " If you truly want me to sign the divorce letter and accept the 200 million dollar deal, you won't hesitate to follow me upstairs to your bedroom.” “Are you crazy at all Amanda? What relationship do I have with you that warrants me going to my bedroom?” he blurted out as he paved round in the sitting room trying to process what just came out from Amanda’s mouth. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he considered the consequences of her plea.

“Malachi says for some reason that he still wants to be married to that girl, Antonia. Now I know Antonia hasn’t done much to us, but that’s the issue, she can’t do much. Marrying her would bring no prospects to the family, meanwhile, the lovely girl Malachi is refusing is Skye Rogers. She’s from the prestigious Rogers family. They’ve known each other since they were kids. Why doesn’t he want her?” I do not hear anything else Sienna says until she finishes, and when she does, only one thing is ringing in my head as I get up and nod to her, my tone dark as I respond. “I’ll handle it.” I find Malachi in one of the libraries in the mansion and he looks up immediately he senses he’s not alone. A

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

“Dad—” “Now, Jacob.” The hall outside was all marble and silence. Brian lit a cigarette, flicking ash onto a Ming vase. “You still owe me fifty grand for the boat.” Jake stared at the closed study door. “He’s getting older.” “And?” “And he’s scared.” Brian blew smoke at the ceiling. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally drop dead.” The elevator dinged. A maid scurried past, eyes downcast. Jake’s phone buzzed—a “Times” alert: Vanguard Group Secures Brunei Energy Deal, Outbids Reagan Conglomerate. He swiped it away. “What now?”