Novel & Cerita The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella Full Movie

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 18: Mine . *Isabella* “Dara, I think that’s enough makeup you’ve put on.” I say cautioning her. She shook her head not listening to me. “No I have to dress the part, there will be a lot of hot billionaires and millionaires at this party.” “You have a boyfriend!.” I remind her outraged she would say that. She chuckled glancing away from the mirror to look at me. “Well who said I can’t be in a relationship and be a sugar baby at the same time?.”

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, so only I heard, even with all that clicking. "Don't you dare hide my wife from them, Isabella." I looked up at him. My billionaire. My cold surgeon who was now my husband. He was not embarrassed. He was proud. Proud of my size 16 body in a cut wedding dress at City Hall. Lily giggled in his arm. "Mamma famous!" And I was. Mrs. Potts' phone was still buzzing. The T****k live may have ended, but the clip was already everywhere. Someone recorded it. Someone posted it with caption: "Billionaire Marries Chubby Nanny In Crop Top Wedding Dress — City Hall"

As I approached, she stepped into my path, forcing Elias to stop abruptly. ​"The little Omega learned how to code," Isabella said, her voice dripping with a condescension that used to make me flinch. "I must admit, the 'billionaire' costume is a nice touch. Who did you have to sleep with to get the seed money, Elara? Or did you just steal it from the rogues you run with?"

“C’mon, Miss. Your friend wants to have fun.” I slapped his hand when he touched my thigh. He chuckled and lifted his arm as if he’s surrendering. Mattew laughed. “Don’t try again, dude. She must be a virgin.” “LOL! I saw her on the news. She’s the famous Quinn heiress. She’s divorced. Am I right, Miss Bree?” I gritted my teeth. Kate drank a hard drink and pulled herself up. “I’ll just go to the powder room.” She almost lost her balance. She’s already drunk. I think she’s already drinking even before I came here. I want to go with her, but I really want to talk to Mattew Holland.

Isabella POV I woke up feeling sore the following day, and into the reality of my little fantasy and several orgasms I had thanks to a man I barely know, I decided to leave immediately without thinking of it, I mean last night was different and special to me, I can't speak for him cause he might wake up and realize he just fucked a mute loser, to save myself the embarrassment, I decided to leave first, all these thought didn't stop me from dressing up, after which i took a good look at his sleeping figure, well whoever you are, I really hope for the love of the universe and for my own sanity and dignity we never cross parts. With that j left a couple dollar notes it was not too much, I mean

She was so furious that she yelled at them on the spot, "Do you even have any decency in you? You used their emergency funds to buy yourself a luxury car, then came to the hospital to rub things in! You're the lowest of the low!" Amid the shouting and the chaos, I gazed at Mom, who was unconscious. I then looked at cold, heartless Isabella and smug Phil with dead calm. I took a deep breath, exhausted all my strength to stand, and said calmly to Isabella, "Okay. I agree to the divorce." Isabella was momentarily caught off guard, but then she smiled with delight. "A smart move! I've already spent all 300,000 dollars, so don't even think about getting it back!"

She walked to the side of my medical bed and dropped a thick manila envelope onto the white sheets. Divorce papers. "I signed my portion," Isabella stated, her Italian accent crisp and void of any emotion. "I fulfilled my obligations to this syndicate. I gave you an heir. And I survived the crossfire. Now I am retiring to Paris." I looked at the envelope, then at the woman I had kept trapped in a loveless arrangement for three decades. The monitors beeped steadily. "I am sorry, Isabella," I rasped, forcing the words through a raw, dry throat. "For the last thirty seven years. I gave you nothing but a cage."

She sat straight and looked me straight in the eyes, “I will be coming for your neck on my own.” The fury in her eyes didn’t lie like her words. She is a crazy ass bitch and nobody knew it better than me. “Do you really think you’ll be getting out?” I sweetly asked. “Where are Claudia and Don Ricardo? I can’t see them.” “Oh, but I can,” Elias chuckled and he placed his phone on the table. “They are enjoying each other in Hawaii.” And that just proved they have given up all their hopes of getting their daughter back. Her eyes glared at the screen as her face turned red.

Isabella’s POV “Divorce papers.” Henderson said, reading the title. “You want to file against Mateo Santiago? The billionaire?” He gasped a little. “Mrs. Santiago, I can’t fight his lawyers.” “You don't need to fight.” I said I handed him another pile of cash. “I have already signed them. I am giving up everything. No alimony. No property. I want nothing from him.” Mr. Henderson looked confused. “Then… what do you want me to do?”