The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Actress Novels & Stories

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

"You want a divorce? Fine. But it will cost you $50 million." My heart dropped into my stomach at the exorbitant amount. "Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?" "That's not my concern," he retorted callously, moving his face toward mine and staring straight in my eyes. "Figure it out. Until then, there will be no divorce." I took a step back, my heart pounded in my chest. My mind raced, trying to comprehend his words. "You're doing this just to hurt me," I said, my voice shaking with agony. "You don't care about the money or whatever."

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.

She paced slowly in front of me, eyes gleaming with pure enjoyment as if she was savoring every moment of my discomfort. “You’ve always gotten any man you wanted. For ten years straight,” she continued. “At eighteen, you made the Duke of Edinburgh divorce his wife, split his fortune in half, and then you dumped him like trash and moved on to the prince of Dubai.” I let a small, real smile slip out as the memories flashed. The memories were sweet. “Good old days,” I said softly. “Of course!” She laughed louder, stopping right in front of me. “But now you’re twenty-eight. Not as young. Not as fresh. Billionaires aren’t dying for you anymore. So you cling to that old glory like it’s oxygen.”

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

“He’s my second daddy?!” I stiffened. Vivian laughed and ruffled his hair. “Yes, he is.” Aiden clapped his hands excitedly. “Yay! I have two daddies now!” I swallowed, forcing a small smile, but inside, my stomach twisted. Vivian stood back up, holding Aiden’s hand. “Are you done shopping? I was actually heading to your wife’s company. I’ve missed her so much.” I cleared my throat. “About that…” I hesitated, glancing away before forcing myself to meet her eyes. “Olivia and I… we’re divorced.”

“She’s a stranger you forced me to share a bed with. And for what? To give you a grandson you could parade around as the next successor? You used both of us, Grandma. And I’m done with it.” Grandma’s cane thudded once on the floor. “Even if you divorce her, Everett, where do you expect her to go? She’ll be ruined socially. You think a divorced wife of a billionaire will be welcomed anywhere? She’ll be eaten alive.” “That’s not my problem!” Everett laughed and I heard the shuffle of feet as he stood up. “It is your problem,” Grandma countered. Then, after a pause, she added. “Then I’ll arrange it. She’ll go abroad to start a new life, away from all this. That way you’ll never have to see her

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

I whisper back, “That was her third divorce, and she just got engaged again, to another billionaire, the owner of the Jace Motors, Jacob Holden.” A huge smile is immediately slapped on my face, as we approach her, I have been dishing compliments all night, knowing exactly what I needed to compliment to get them beaming with pride. “Miss Bayek! Or should I say, Mrs Holden of Jace motors! Wonderful to see you.” He smile almost splits her Botox filled face, and she gushes about how proud she is that a young person, such as herself was the new president of the company. Yes, she cannot move her eyebrows higher than half an inch, and suddenly that makes her young.