The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Actress Novels & Stories

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."

"I was not aware it's already out in the market. I just had a photoshoot with it" "The Fuentebella heiress has great taste in jewelry" "Immensely wealthy too. Only a few could wear top-of-the-line Wright jewelry" "She is chic and stunning. I wonder why her husband divorced her" "She was divorced?" "Yes, she is. I heard it from some of the locals here" Abigail could hear the murmurs in front despite the noise of the crowd. If there's one thing that keeps on surprising her it's the fact that people are greatly interested in the Wright family.

She had never received such care from him while they were married but he is caring for another woman so much and not ashamed to tell her. Determined not to act weak or pained before him, she said. “Don’t ever say such to you. There is nothing between us and nothing will ever make me return to your house. If you need someone to keep your pregnant lover company, go get a maid.” Her words were met with laughter. “It is for your good. I have what it takes to take care of two women. Just return home or do you want me to do it forcefully?” “Do I need to remind you that we are divorced?”

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

"Hailey?" "Exactly." She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs facing me. That was when I saw how angry she was. I read the headline again to be sure I was not hallucinating. "Strange Lady Marries Into The Johnson Family and Carries The Heir of The Billionaire CEO and Multiple Time Award winning Business Man of the Year, Jared Johnson." I raised my eyes to her face. "Keep reading." She urged. I scrolled down to see more headline news about her. "Billionaire CEO Jared Johnson Finally Ties The Nuptial Knot With The Lady Who Accused Him Of Sexually Harassing And Impregnating Her."

That I hadn’t sacrificed everything for a man who only used me and was never going to marry me? Yes yes, I was. But was I the poor girl who could barely afford anything for herself? Was I the puppet that the media painted me out to be all because I had been hiding under Lucas’ shadow and never really revealed myself? Hell no. They didn't know who I was. They didn’t know just how much money and power I had. No one did. I was the only daughter of the most powerful man in America. A billionaire whose empire extended worldwide. The only heiress of the Salvatore family. A man who owns chains of businesses in Italy, America and several other countries.

But I'd learned to smile for the cameras, to play the role of the happy, devoted wife. Next to my photo was one of Orion—a professional headshot that must have been from some business magazine article. He looked powerful and handsome and completely untouchable. The news anchor, a blonde woman with too-bright lipstick and an eager expression, was talking in that breathless, gossipy tone that these entertainment shows always used. "...the disgraced heiress Anya Russell-Davenport, daughter of real estate mogul Richard Russell, has reportedly left her husband Kennedy Davenport after a shocking affair with billionaire businessman Orion Konstantinos," she was saying, practically salivating over th

Maybe, my mother would still be alive. She was left with nothing when she married my father. But still, she built a fortune in the next five years. And when my grandpa died, he left his years of hard work for her which made her a billionaire. I think my father knew what was going to happen. And he waited for the right time. Right time to take the money, business, and her life. But she flipped his world when she left everything for me. His perfect plan was ruined but our lives... I want to ask him why he betrayed us. Was there something concerning from which he couldn't move past, or was it simply just his choice?

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.