The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Full Novel Novels & Stories

I wish he was here to see how far I have gone, I wish he could see that I fulfilled his dying wish. But Mason was right, I make a very good Heiress, and my father will always remain a proud dad because today marks a year since I became CEO of white nova robotics. Nova was my second name, and my dad had made sure to name his achievement after him like he knew one day it would be mine. I looked down at my hands, the diamond ring on my finger sparkled under the light of the stars and moon. It felt heavy because it cost a fortune and Mason had given it to me.

I dove straight under my duvet and soaked my pillows with my silent tears as I relived all of our time together. I heard the door open and then, "It's past 8:00." I looked at the time on my phone, 8:45 P.M. ThenI wordlessly returned to watching a video of Aiden and I on one of my birthdays. Suddenly, the duvet was pulled off and my phone was snatched from me. "Give it back!" I sprang up. "No! You can't do this to yourself." She looked me up and down and her frown deepened worriedly, "It's been just a few hours and you look like you've lost tons of weight. Get over him, girl!"

Not Amelia Blackwood. The pieces fit together with the kind of clean, undeniable clarity that made for exactly the sort of story Renata's editors lived for. A woman married into one of the country's most powerful families, divorced within days of her three-year anniversary, only to reemerge as the secret heir to an entirely separate fortune, one that by several conservative estimates exceeded even her ex-husband's. By midnight, the story was written and by two in the morning, it had cleared editorial review. By six, it was live on every major financial news platform in the country, accompanied by the six photographs Renata captured from her car and the old wedding photograph pulled from the

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.

“Grandfather asked me to come back, so I did. It was his dying wish and I had to respect that.” Her mouth forms into a sneer as she chuckles, “Well he’s not dead yet so don’t count on it so easily. I heard you frolicked about while you were gone, wearing disgraceful outfits and hanging around strange men.” I smile, “A divorced woman is a free woman. I have only my name to sully. And if I choose to hang around strange men, so be it. They treat me better than your son ever did.” Sienna smirks, “That’s because they don’t see you’re a worthless thing, to be treated anyhow we see fit. Malachi knows your worth. He treated you exactly how you deserved.”

Nothing's changed, all that has is I discarded the Wickham name to be myself again, divorced George to be free of a loveless marriage, and could afford the things George could've given me if he cared even a bit about me. So I owe Jessica nothing, but if she doesn't shut her mouth soon then she is going to owe me more than just a paltry apology. "–and I'm sure I can get you an even better necklace to replace the last one. The ones from Cartier are much better. We can pick out a new one together if you like–" "That won't be necessary," I quickly cut Jessica off, biting my tongue from saying anything that would give me away, though I am sorely tempted to reveal just who she is trying to cozy up

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.

Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, streaking the glass like tears. Sophia Chen stood perfectly still in the center of the marble foyer, her silk dress clinging to her skin where water had splashed up from the storm drain below. She’d walked through the downpour without an umbrella – let it soak through every layer of her carefully constructed life. The papers on the mahogany desk in front of her were crisp, white, and final. Divorce Agreement. Four words that split her world in two.

“I can’t believe you wasted one year of your life with that motherfucker for nothing.” We sighed heavily together the moment Avery finished speaking, and landed on the coach at the same time. Lily sat on the remote control mistakenly, turning up the volume of the tv in the process, which brought our attention to the tv. “Oh my God!” We whispered together, staring mouth-wide open at the man on the screen as the news was broadcasted. “I can’t believe you got divorced on the same day as the world’s wealthiest man.”Avery said finally breaking the silence. “I know right? I can’t believe Douglas Prime is now single.”

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.