The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Ending Novels & Stories

"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."

The moment I finished signing the documents, I gently slammed them down on the table in the middle of us, to go through them once more. "I suppose this means everything is finalized at this point?" I took up the documents, and as I was handing them back to him, I asked the question. "Yes," he took the documents from me and went over everything to check if I signed in everywhere I needed to. "From now on, you are Carmen Dela Cruz, the heiress to the Dela Cruz billions." He murmured as he handed me a copy of the contract he had drawn up. As soon as he said that, the corner of my mouth turned up, and I smiled broadly. I could see how the direction of my life had simply shifted in an instant aft

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

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.

I let the smirk fade from my face, my tone dropping into a cold warning. “Let this serve as a warning to you, Justin. I’m not your average wife—and I’m definitely not the Alexa who used to cry and beg for your love. For your information, we are getting divorced. So, watch how you linger around me. Remember, seventy percent of your company shares are at stake here. Seven days from now, you’ll be on your knees, begging me to spare your precious properties. Wisen up, Justin… and don’t let your wicked mother drag you straight to hell.” I turned a sharp, cutting glare toward Felicia. She stood frozen, her face flushed with humiliation, her body stiff like she’d just been caught in the middle of a

She smiled so widely and she suddenly couldn't feel the pain in her body anymore. “That woman was actually the one who chased those people away!” Wilma's voice roared. Silence followed after. The huge smile on Margaux's face slowly vanished upon realizing what was going on. “That's true, Hendrix. One of the servants came crying to Dad, asking to take her in because your wife fired her for no reason. You can go to our villa and ask her personally!” Her mind went blank as her face turned grim. She didn't know there used to have servants and cooks there at all. And she was actually wondering how a billionaire like Hendrix won't have even just one in his villa!

“He looks… well, with another woman. His secretary from what I gather.” Of course he did. “Public opinion still favors him,” Marcus added carefully. “His PR team has been… efficient.” “Has he offered her anything?” I asked. “No. She didn’t request alimony. She waived her rights.” That surprised me more than the divorce itself. “Why?” I murmured, more to myself. Marcus shook his head. “We don’t know. But she walked away with nothing.” I leaned back in my seat. From what I hear, she had been the one to nurse him back to life.

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

Not only did I get what I was entitled to, but I also received half of all his assets under his name. Staring at the figures in the contract, I was stunned. I never imagined Hector had accumulated so much wealth. I never expected he would give me so much. A large portion of it, I knew, was something Hector could have easily avoided giving me, thanks to his resources and influence. In the end, after two months of intense public drama triggered by a reality show, the divorce was finally settled. The story’s conclusion was simple: I had transformed into a single, billionaire woman. …

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.