The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Full Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vivienne Laurent woke before dawn. She always did. The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Glass walls revealed Paris stretching endlessly beneath her, rooftops washed in early morning blue. From the outside, the penthouse was a dream. Inside, it felt like a museum she wasn’t allowed to touch. Vivienne lay still, staring at the ceiling, replaying the previous night. Daniel. His voice—steady, familiar. The way he had looked at her like she was still the girl who’d shared secrets with him on a cracked sidewalk. Not a billionaire heiress. Not Margaux Laurent’s ornamental stepdaughter.

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]

she said as if she were talking about what we would go shopping for. “Unfortunately, my husband was still cunning, and as long as you’re alive, we will never have full reign over all his properties. Do you think Grant Industries is all he had? There’s so much more, Astrid, so much more. Look at you, baby. You’re richer than the Starkovs. You’re way richer than your husband. Imagine if we get your wealth, and because you’re married to him, get his. We would rule the world.” “No, Grandmother, no.”

This was the first time she had caught a a pervuliat change in demeanor ,something different from his usual, unreadable mask. "Doesn't a billionaire have anything better to do than hover over me?" Lydia murmured, her fingers moving defensively to stroke through her tangled hair. "Something isn't right here. You're making me highly suspicious of you, Adrian Harold." "What?" He definitely caught her hushed words.Didnt he? But before she could offer a retort, "The doctor is on the way."

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.

The torture I went through, the shit I had to put up with Violet and her conniving, manipulating ways. I am an heiress now, a billionaire in my own right. I wish my mother had married Isaac before all this started and I went off and married Xander. The man I tried to convince to love me, always being there for him when he came home with a smile on my face. Dressing up in beautiful hand made gowns to impress him, for him to notice me.

Kyera's face remained straight ever as she spoke her mind, everyone in the office now watching both of them exchanging words instead of joining in the discussion. “You must be in your head with one of those fairy tale novels you read again. I don't blame you,” Taylor cocked an eyebrow at her. “Whatever you say,” Kyera rolled her eyes flippantly, and took her seat behind her desk, “I am reading one now though. The lady is a rich one, and she is tough,” she mumbled. “I don't care. It is probably your regular books again,” Taylor dismissed. “No, it is not. Why am I even talking a lot?” Kyera's lips pursed as opened her laptop and switched it on, “After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billlionaire, is

Then he exclaimed, “Fifty million going once? Fifty million going twice, fifty million going thrice!- Congratulations! This pretty lady in a silver dress will now be the possessor of this set of jewelry.” Many people had joined the bidding, but only one winner emerged. No one could believe their eyes or ears, especially Lucas Harrison and the girl sitting beside him who looked ghastly pale. “No way! She can't afford that money.” “But she just did! Who exactly is she?” “Oh, she's Heidi. Heidi Olsen. How could they think that they could contend with the wealthiest heiress in Phoenix City?” The man who spoke was the same middle-aged man who just uncovered Heidi's identity.

She just stood there with her arms folded, her face expressionless. “Nathan,” she called. “It's nice to see you again, isn't it? You know, a few minutes ago, you and your girlfriend shamed me, and called me a broke ass bitch. Isn't it ironic and somehow shocking that the broke ass bitch is the heiress to Salvador enterprises?” she smirked, her voice laced with mockery. “What do you have to say about that?”

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.”