The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Ending Novels & Stories

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?

' 'Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat' ‘The fall from grace’ ‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce. ‘The fall of the great.’ I held my breath as I clicked on the first article. > ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’ > After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.

"Find out everything. Who she is, how she ended up half-naked at my hotel entrance, and who put that bruise on her face." Julian’s fingers flew across his phone, tapping into their private intelligence network. Within minutes, his expression turned from bewildered to completely grim. "I found her," Julian whispered, turning back to face Killian. "She is Valerie Hart. She just signed her divorce papers tonight. Damian Vance threw her out into the storm to make room for Petra Lee. They froze her accounts, stripped her of her family inheritance shares, and forced her out with absolutely nothing." Killian’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening into dangerous, icy slits. "The Vance family."

It wasn't as if they couldn't take their leave, but everyone was curious, wanting to know how everything was going to end. Probably they have heard about brides abandoning their grooms on their marriage day, but the groom abandoning his bride on the marriage day was something that rarely happens, but right now it was about to happen, and it wasn't just about to happen to any ordinary person but to Sarah Jones, one of the richest billionaires in New York City, and this wasn't a scene one would afford to miss. Meanwhile, Xavier sat at a corner in the church, his facial expression calm as if nothing was happening.

Landen simply turned off the phone. Darlene squeezed the hem of her dress. "You're bad, Landen. That really hurt," she said as she wiped a spot of blood from her lip. Once at Landen's mansion, Darlene went straight to her room, ignoring the scowls of the servants. After scratching her signature, she left the mansion with nothing. *** "She can't be serious about getting a divorce." Landen's voice was sharp, his hand throwing the divorce papers on the table. Just five minutes ago, Theo - his secretary - returned from dropping Olivia off at her apartment. He was carrying a small package containing the divorce papers.

“After we eloped, I thought you’d go back to your family and beg for your right, but now… you got comfortable living this godforsaken life, and you think I’m cool with it?” Her eyes darted in confusion. Just when she was about to speak, he beats her to it. “When I found out your dad owns the biggest company in California, I was amazed. I wanted to enjoy part of his wealth and that was why I asked you out. Only for you to act stupid and run away from home just to be with me, leaving all your rights behind… Now you are of no use to me, because you got disowned and don’t even have nothing…” Zara’s gasped at his revelation. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.

I rolled my eyes, bulging my eyes as I looked at my plate. If only he knew my net worth was far superior to his! His entire family's net worth was less than 30% of mine. "Yeah... maybe you're right. But for now, all that is going to charity. I already signed the paperwork for it, darling; there's no going back!" I said, making a mental note to sign that divorce paper as soon as possible. "Alright, sweetheart. You're a smart girl; I know you'll make good choices," he said as he placed his hand on the side of my head, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

“No, but marrying you is not the answer. Blake, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I understand if you’re hurt but I’m not gonna marry you. I am not ready to get into a relationship again.” Blake grabbed another drink and drank it straight. His hooded and already drunk eyes bore into me again before he hissed and walked away without saying anything. I watched Blake and then squeezed my eyes closed. I think I will not get this investment. Blake has different ideas in his mind and I couldn’t agree to it. I should leave. I was about to turn to leave when someone blocked my way. “Well… Well… Look who’s here! The great Brianna Quinn is alone in the sea of people. What happened to the luxurious a

"How is that possible, and both you and mother keep referring to her as my wife, which is amusing because you both conveniently forget that we are now divorced—a decision influenced by your unwavering push." "Shut up. You know we’ve always wanted the best for you, and a man of your caliber should not be associated with such a peasant in the first place. Not that you were wise enough to see that, but I'm glad it's now paying off," mother says, hissing. “I agree with your mother. I guess you can now ditch Isabella. You never liked her anyways. Moving forward, we need strategies to get her back with you.” "Italy's most affluent reconciles with her divorced husband," mother announces, delivering

“Calm down, Lana.” “You said you love Mr. Nash. What went wrong?” Lana continued sobbing. Haley didn't know what to tell her. Her divorce must be a huge shock to the maid, But- A shuffling sound came from the other end as if someone snatched the phone from the maid. Then came that annoying voice! “They're divorcing, because Haley doesn't match Will's status,” Leah snickered. “Poor filthy girls like you always think you can live the high life by snagging rich upper-class men!”