The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Full Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say quietly, “we take everything back.” Keenan nods. “Good plan.” But even as we stand there, I can’t shake the thought sitting heavy in my chest because Lena isn’t just caught in some family drama she isn’t just dealing with lies and betrayal she is the rightful owner of an empire and empires are built on money power and secrets. I lock the safe and turn the key slowly because one thing is now painfully clear Lena isn’t just in emotional danger anymore she is worth billions and people kill for billions.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

He turned back to her. “You thought I married you because I loved you ... hell No ... even though you never told I knew you were the heir to your fucking father’s wealth” he snarled, drawing a chair for him to sit on ... “Your woes began the day you left Gaius and became a divorcee. That fact that you were lonely, seeking expression and had a low self – esteem of your fucking self was a ground that I could use to penetrate your fucking strong hold ... you were never really attractive to me ...” “So, what’s all this epistle all about now ?” She asked, regaining her voice back ....

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.

Ashley’s screams echoed down the hallway as Maya walked away, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Tears rolled down Maya’s eyes as she remembers all what she went through because of her, and she wiped them away with her finger before putting on her sunglasses. As she walked out of the hospital, a news played on the television screen with the tag: the youngest billionaire in the world, Lance Wells, had returned to the country with his two daughters after a successful launch in Beijing.

she asked, though the words felt like ash in her mouth. ​"It’s your freedom, Elena. And mine." Grant leaned over the table, his eyes cold. "Evelyn is back from Paris. She’s elegant, she’s brilliant, and she’s carrying my heir. I can’t have a woman like you a girl with no background and no social standing clinging to my arm at the Valerius Gala next week." ​Elena looked up at him. She looked at the man she had secretly saved from bankruptcy three times by "anonymously" fixing his trade algorithms.

“I was watching you use that poor girl, making her invest in the company, promising her returns that she never saw. It’s her money that got the company where it is today, and that means it belongs to her. Not so long ago, she invested one billion dollars in it, and if it weren’t for her, all your hard work would’ve been in vain. So the company belongs to her and her children.” “Over my dead body, Grandpa.” I leaned toward him, closing the small gap between us. “I won’t allow you to discredit me for my hard work. Giselle was my wife, and she got her share of the money I had promised her. She was repaid in full for her generosity.” “You repaid her with divorce papers and an abortion appointmen

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.