Novel & Cerita The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Ending

THREE years had quietly slipped by since Cindy married Alexander Choi—the formidable billionaire CEO of Choi Global Holdings, an empire with deep roots in finance and investment. To the outside world, their marriage had been nothing short of a fairytale: the orphan girl who married into unimaginable wealth and power. It was also the very company that had poured money into her adoptive family’s real estate and infrastructure business, giving it the fuel to rise higher, stronger and more prominent than ever before. In society’s eyes, Cindy had become the bridge, the jewel that tied her family to an empire.

Her lips mumbling out, with her eyes still closed, not only did she ended up shifting her body away from me, but also did she curled herself into a ball as she laid back comfortably on the couch, before finally drifting off completely. But even though it was now clearly impossible to touch her or do anything, still it was no lie that hearing her repeat the rebuking words she said to him was enough to know she had broke all ties with him at last... Knowing that famous billionaire had failed was exactly what I wanted, but even though I could feel my heart leaping because of that, still I was truly satisfied just yet. Kissing my princess forehead quickly and immediately whispering that I would

Fueled by a surge of indignation, I engage in a heated argument with her, unwilling to tolerate her blatant disregard for decency. To my disbelief, she shrugs and tells us that this is none of her concern. “I came here to buy something and I’m leaving with what I’ve purchased. One billion dollars isn’t peanuts, you know?” Yes, it's clear as day! She's shamelessly flaunting her newfound riches, which undoubtedly stem from her connections with a long line of wealthy paramours. It wouldn't surprise me if she's elevated herself to the status of an elite escort, trading in her charms for extravagant gifts and lavish lifestyles.

It was also not the expression Edward wanted at the moment. "If you want a divorce, just get a divorce," Felicia replied so casually. As if what they were discussing really didn't matter. "You seem to understand your position quite well. Or have you been waiting for this moment?" Edward asked later. "I don't think so. But, sooner or later, it has to happen. Don't worry, the most powerful cure for a broken heart is wealth. So, make sure you give me enough assets and pay me enough to enjoy my old age, as well as to pay for the happy family I will have," Felicia said at length.

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

She suddenly calls his name, and he pauses what he was doing, raising his gaze to glance at him. "Hmm?" He replies and continues what he was doing. "After we divorce... What plans do you have?" She asks, even though her heart hurts at the thought of it. She doesn't want him to ever leave her side, but that is a dream that will never come true for her. He's not meant to be hers, even though he has stolen her heart with everything he does.

I do love him but my family always placed our business first before any other thing. Jake was the son of Elon Reagan, CEO of a billionaire conglomerate. Jake was a rich spoiled brat who engaged in all forms of social abnormalities. He always slept around with women and always at one club or another; sometimes I wonder how I fell for such a man. I guess love is truly blind for I was blinded by love. At first I didn't read any meaning into his actions but I felt detached from the relationship so I had to take a slow step back.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

What billionaire doesn’t have some? I thought about how she had signed the divorce agreement without hesitation, and I felt an indescribable emotion in my chest. It’s a physical pain, I raise my hand to my chest, suddenly it feels as if I can’t even breathe. What is this woman doing to me? She will be the death of me Where could Kenna have possibly gone? The divorce settlement was tight and means that there is no money for Kenna. She has nothing, literally nothing unless she has of course saved some of her own blood donation cash.

Then whispered: “Rain.” The Crown trembled. Lucas smiled. “Why?” “I used to sit beside the window when it rained.” A memory appeared. A different house. A different life. No Adrian. No Lucas. This Elena had lived alone. She had been a doctor. She had saved hundreds of people. Then died at sixty-eight. She looked around. “I remember.” The Crown screamed. “HOST POSSIBILITY 7,201 — DESYNCHRONIZED.” The woman disappeared. Not erased. Released.