Novel & Cerita The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Ending

“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.

she replied. Damien's eyes almost popped out of their sockets on hearing what she just said. "You owe him two hundred billion?" he repeated, just to be sure, and Isla nodded, confirming her words. "It's a long story," an almost quiet laugh escaped her lips. "But until I have two hundred billion to pay him back, I'm stuck with him," she shrugged, defeat settling into her shoulders. There was no way in hell she could raise two hundred billion dollars, and it was unfortunate because that was the only way she could legally divorce and cut all ties with him.

We spent the rest of the evening talking about it, but even after she went to bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about Clark’s words: “You built his empire.” He was right. I had spent years pouring myself into Trent’s success. I gave him my money, my ideas, and my love. And he repaid me with betrayal. Maybe it was time to take something back. I looked at the folder again, still on the coffee table. Something inside told me to check it one more time. When I opened it, another photo slipped out and fell to the floor. I picked it up slowly. It was Trent and Diana, standing arm in arm at some gala. She was wearing a sparkly dress with her hand on his chest, both of them smiling like the happiest coup

She stammered. “What are you even saying? How can we be needed?" “She is saying Salindra is a bloody billionaire heiress, Madam Celine!” I shouted suddenly, startling everyone and rising to my feet with murderous eyes. Silence instantly fell in the room as the two girls were watching me with rumpled faces. “She is not even Salindra, to begin with,” I added with a lowered voice but angry. “My woman, the same person you all compelled me to reject, is apparently the one and only daughter of the Harrington. Dr. Isabella Harrigton.”

I watched as her expression shifted from surprise to a smile. If she thought I was going to give her that respect, then she was mistaken; she had the wrong person. I wasn't the Emily she once had under her control. The day I divorced her son, I was pretty sure she looked for me to teach me a lesson but couldn’t find me. The next time she heard about me, I was an heiress to the wealthiest family in the country. After everything she did, now she wanted to reconcile? She was stingy even to herself; she wanted everything for herself.

Her pulse quickened as she read, the words burning into her. “All rights to shared assets, properties, and financial support are hereby relinquished by Esther Grant upon signing.” Her breath caught. She read it again, her eyes wide. No alimony. No share of his wealth. Nothing. Her vision swam. He’s not just divorcing me. He’s throwing me out with nothing. No home. No money. No safety for the babies or me. Her fingers curled tighter around the page, crumpling the edges. Her tears fell harder, soaking the ink until the words blurred.

“He is on the dance floor, today is his birthday and I planned on breaking the news to him, I have no idea how he is going to react but I'm not sure he is going to be happy.” She pulled away from my embrace looking away in embarrassment, I held her hands and squeezed them tenderly. “ I understand how sad you must be feeling right now but trust me when I say that being pregnant isn't terrible, and as for your mother who wants to sell you to a billionaire for money, she must pay for her actions.” Maeve looked up at me in shock,” What are you going to do?” “I'm going to speak with Roberts, how could he let Gianna go on with her evil deeds?”

Chloe called out and I paused, veering around to face her, her face had an expression unlike any I had seen from her, she appeared to be more calm and there was this slight grin curved on her lips, it appeared almost sinister. I stayed silent, waiting for her to speak. “We do not have a prenup if you decide to go ahead with this divorce, I will sue you of every fucking thing you have to your name.” My eyes widened in disbelief. “Now ask yourself, is that bitch worth it?”

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

I let him drive since he would be returning with the car once he dropped me at the airport. As the car moved, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the news. And there it was—the headline that brought an unexpected smile to my face: "Billionaire Heiress Finally Reveals Hidden Child With Ex-Husband Lance Wells." And beneath it was a family picture. My family pictures. It felt great. I rolled down the window and looked outside, letting the cool breeze hit my face. Happiness isn’t something you wait for—it’s something you choose, something you fight for. And I am grateful that I did.