The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Full Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

AURORA I sighed, and looked at the video of my twin sister, sitting on a dirty bed in a place that looks like an abandoned wine cellar. “So this is the way to get your health huh?” I asked, taking my eyes off the tablet, looking at Phillip. “My sister doesn't have anything to do with this,” I said and Philip laughed. “Of course she does,” Spencer said. “Your mother already had her will drawn out and she handed it over to her executor. Her empire was divided into two, Clinton Empire which she named after your father and billion dollar Beauty House,” Philip said and my eyes widened.

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

My head stutters for a moment, and my eyes take in more light than I anticipated; everything stops as my thoughts catch up. The guy I had slapped and made out with last night was none other than the billionaire heir I was supposed to interview. I suddenly remembered his last statement to me on the night we had sex at the hotel which was; "Let's just say that I'm not your average guy." Truly, he isn't an average guy, but a fucking rich billionaire heir!

And they had started tonight. "Can they access the entire file?" I asked. Marcus shook his head. "Not yet." "Then stop them." "I already have." Julian stepped closer. "Sophia, this is no longer just about Damien." I looked at him. "I know." My divorce had been supposed to be the end of my old life. Instead, it seemed to have opened a door I didn't know existed. A door leading straight into my family's past. My phone vibrated for the third time. This time, there was no message. There was a photograph.

Luca's small hand found hers and gripped it. Outside the window, Manhattan glittered. A city full of power, full of money, full of the infrastructure that ran the world. And somewhere in that city, Aria's empire was waiting. The Moretti holdings that had been stolen from her, that she would reclaim. The legitimate businesses and the criminal networks. The money and the influence and the respect that came from being the last surviving Moretti. She would claim it all. And she would do it as Dante's equal, not his subordinate. As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

PAYMENT PROCESSED: $200,000,000 RECIPIENT: ELENA CRANE STATUS: COMPLETE Leo staggered backward. Sweat broke out across his forehead. His vision went hazy. "And I assume you're getting a divorce, Mrs. Crane?" the attendant added casually, glancing at Lydia. "The paperwork was filed the same day as the claim." Leo didn't reply. He couldn't breathe. He grabbed Lydia's arm and dragged her out of the building. Outside, the cold air hit them like a slap.

My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, a terrifying, suffocating drumming that made my vision blur at the edges. The divorce was final. The money was gone. Noel had his company back, Adelina had won her victory, and I was living in a nameless cottage on the edge of the world. I had surrendered everything. I had let them take my name, my home, my husband, and my reputation without firing a single shot in return. Yet the shadow hadn't left. The hand that had forged forty-eight million dollars, the hand that had tipped off The Capital Telegraph, the hand that had manipulated Noel’s rage—it was still reaching out through the dark, watching my every breath.

"Rhea is back in the country. She is the only woman I ever loved, and I am going to marry her. You knew this from the start, Kiara. Our marriage was just a business deal for my sick grandfather. He is dead now. The deal is over. I don't need to play this boring game with you anymore." Rhea walked up and stood next to Aryan. She laughed softly. "Don't cry now, Kiara. Aryan is being very generous. He is giving you a million dollars in the divorce settlement. For a poor orphan like you, that is a lot of money. You can go buy a small house somewhere and live comfortably." Kiara looked at Rhea, and then at Aryan. For three years, she gave this man her heart, her time, and her respect. And he was