Novel & Cerita The Divorce Billionaire Heiress Novel

“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?”

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.

Blue sat at the table coloring quietly, unaware that the headlines had already started spreading. I looked down at my screen. BLACKWOOD DIVORCE SECRETS RESURFACE Hidden Child Rumors Surround Billionaire CEO Sources Question Timeline of Marriage Collapse Jesus Christ. The leak had spread faster than I expected. I opened the article anyway. Mistake. They framed Elara exactly the way I knew they would. Quiet wife. Mysterious disappearance. Speculation about infidelity. Questions about paternity timelines carefully disguised as “industry curiosity.” Cowards. Every single one of them.

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she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.

I winced, a smile forming on my lips, another man who thought he knew me, I was going to humor him, “Well, tell me, who am I?” “You are a social climber, a fake, a lady who was brought up in wealth but never belonged, a lady filled with so much envy that she went ahead to fuck her sister's boyfriend and of course she gets pregnant and when the man despite being married to her, still didn't want her, asked her for a divorce, she went to sell herself out and lied she hustles her way to the top and now comes back faking that she is one of the social elite and is finding a way to get back her sister husband.” He smirked and then added, “How did I do?”

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

Grace's eyes widened, and she let out a dramatic scream, "Are you crazy? You're actually giving up on asking him for alimony? He's a billionaire, you could get a hundred million in alimony!" I chuckled bitterly, "It doesn't matter. I just want to divorce him as soon as possible! I'm a millionaire by myself; I don't need him to raise my value." Grace shook her head, "But still, a hundred million…” she looked so pained, so much so I nearly chuckled. I shrugged, "Let him keep his money to himself; we're bigger than that anyway. I just want to move on with my life." “Aww, girl. I totally get it.” Grace reached out and squeezed my hand, "I'm here for you, no matter what."

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.