The Divorce Billionaire Heiress Novel

I woke up staring at divorce papers—from the guy I'd crushed on all through college. My name. His. Right there on the page. He said I cheated. Last thing I remembered? Getting ready to finally tell him how I felt at our graduation party. Now suddenly, we've got a four-year-old. And him? He looked at me like I was some rando off the street. No trace of the sweet, soft guy I used to know. Just ice. What did I miss? What the hell happened in the last five years?

“Just...I have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my eyes on his chest, “...Please.” Would it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want to ask, I don’t know how. Taking a deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your games, Scar.” Home? I laugh bitterly. We don’t have a home anymore, Sebastian. I built one for us, and you broke it.

On their wedding day, a handsome groom and his beautiful bride said, "I Do." Their hearts were fluttering with pure joy! They had married the love of their life! Is this what I experience? No, this is not that story. You see, love didn't become apparent until after my divorce. I can't wait to tell you how it all transpired. It's a riveting sweet romance novel. No cliffhangers, but a good read! Happy ending? You'll have to read it to find out.

Saskia Smithsonia was the kind of girl who believed love could conquer anything — even the truth. To be with the man she loved, she buried her identity as the heiress to one of the world’s most powerful conglomerates and became Valerie Damer, a struggling med student with nothing but grit and a borrowed smile. She thought if he loved her for who she was without the title, then it would be real. Worth it. Eternal. Valerie would do anything for love — even strike a deal with a devil in a tailored suit to protect the man she thought was her future. But love built on lies is always on borrowed time. Everything shatters the night she catches her boyfriend with someone else — a woman of wealth, power, and status. His excuse? “I’m just securing my future.” Heartbroken and humiliated, she lets Valerie Damer die and reclaims her name: Saskia Smithsonia. But some ghosts don't stay buried — especially when they wear devilish grins and hold your soul in their ledger. The deal she made still lingers — only now, the price has changed. It’s no longer just a favor. It’s a proposal. One that could either reshape her fate… Or destroy everything she has left.

He stole her first kiss on their first encounter, and she accused him of being perverted and arrogant. Her straightforward personality hooked his interest despite the danger ahead. He announced a surrogacy competition to draw her towards him. She left no option but to join the competition only to find out he’s the same person she gave a great lesson he’d never forget. Trapped to the trick played by this ruthless billionaire, she played along with his game and became his wife. His dark secrets gradually unfold, destroying and drowning them into the deep abyss. He suddenly disappeared from her life, but another stranger came in. She could feel his warmth, and they kissed. Warm tears began to roll down from her eyes, soaking the white cloth over them. When he felt her heat tears, he panicked instantly. He did not know why, but he did not want to see her cry. “Darling, don’t cry...” He let go of her, his fingers gently touching her hair. “I won’t touch you, I won’t touch you anymore, okay?” She cried more violently, and she said in a choked voice, “Don’t talk!” “... Why?” He was a bit stunned. Gently biting her lip, she could not help saying, “When, when you talk, you sound like him very much...” He’s so gentle and dotes on her. When he spoke, she even felt that it was not another person, but her husband Joshua stood next to her. Even the way he kissed her was so similar... It was not until this moment that Hazel realized how much she missed Joshua. She was not afraid of waiting. Even if she had to wait for a long time, she would cherish it.

I didn’t expect my marriage to end when it was on the verge of being saved. Noah Reece, my husband, married my best friend and divorced me. And on a cold night, I fell into the arms of a man I was never supposed to love. When I tried to run from him and what we were becoming, my past returned to claim me in the most tempting way, leaving me torn between two forbidden choices.

After five years of playing the perfect Mrs. Prescott, Lucille Sandwell finally woke up on the day of her daughter's one-month milestone. Her husband, Gideon Prescott, reserved all his tenderness and devotion for the woman he truly cared about, yet expected Lucille to remain mature, self-reliant, and endlessly understanding. In front of everyone, she flipped the table and said, "I want a divorce. I've had enough of this marriage." He responded with a cold laugh. "How did you become this vulgar? You throw around the word divorce at the slightest thing." Only after she disappeared did he realize that his world had begun to fall apart. Without her, everything went wrong. Three years later, they met again at an international summit. She returned as a celebrated master architect and stunned the entire room. Under the blaze of camera flashes, he dropped to his knees and begged her to come back. She only smiled and walked past him, another man at her side. Later, he received a gilded wedding invitation. The bride, dressed in white, leaned into the arms of his best friend. With red-rimmed eyes, he crashed the wedding. All he heard was her quiet voice. "Gideon, being the understanding one is exhausting. From now on, I only want to live for myself."

His rule was simple: I was his substitute and would be his contract wife for two years with no strings attached. He would give me the respect and everything I want except his heart, for it belonged to his fiancée abroad. But I want more; I want his heart. So I confessed my love to him. He divorced me for breaking the rules. Now a turn of events after our divorce lands me in his bed. I thought I was safe since he didn't see me the next day before I left. But a month later… I learned I carried a part of him inside me. Now I’m torn... Do I keep the secret? Or face the man who swore he could never love me… again?

Jane Morrison stands next in line to inherit the Morrison fortune. A near-death ambush escape leaves her dad with no choice but to hire a bodyguard. Security Guard, Marcus Connelly, struggles to hang on to life as his previous job's complications cost him his partner's life and causes him to flee and seek homage in Austria with his family. He is drowning in debts and yet to get on his feet when a light at the end of the tunnel shines on him; a job as a bodyguard to a wealthy heiress. He is determined to keep her safe and impress her father, but her rudeness, arrogance, and pampered attitudes pose a challenge. What was meant to be a guard-and-mistress relationship, grows into a union that would yield patience, love, and trials that would enable them to pull through obstacles like an evil boss and a greedy fiancé.

She was never meant to be the heiress… only the disguise of one. A fake identity. A stolen life. A world ruled by blood money and ruthless billionaires. Then she meets him—the man who sees through every lie… except the one that could destroy them both. In his world, love is possession, trust is a weakness, and desire is a weapon. And she is the one thing he was never meant to claim. Because when the truth comes out… someone won’t survive it.