The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella Full Movie Novels & Stories

“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?”

Isabella Makenzie I retreated backwards, my gaze drawn to the soft voice of the woman behind me. I chuckled inwardly, "Really?", I inquired, sarcastically. That was simply not possible. How could someone I do not know from anywhere just come into the picture and offer to help? "What do you want to help with?" I asked, and she snorted. "Do you now have doubts?" She inquired rather than answering my question. Gazing up at her, I noticed that she had on a stunning maxi dress that complemented her hazel eyes. She was the epitome of luxury at that point.

Lisa shook her head in shock as she listened "A week later, we met with his lawyer's present to have the divorce papers signed, and I walked away with my car, a few hundred thousands and this apartment that belonged to my mother." "What?" Lisa exclaimed. "Lucas is literally a billionaire, and that's all you walk out with from a divorce that he wanted? No! That is not right. I know a lawyer who can still get you what you deserve." Isabelle's face turned pale as she sniffled. "Do not worry, you can pay him after the settlement. He's a friend." Lisa thought Isabelle was worried about how much it would cost, but that was not it.

“Perhaps not yet. But do you think our enemies will not use her against you? Do you think your they will not see this as a sign of weakness?” I clenched my jaw. I hated this. Hated that they weren’t wrong. “She is under my protection,” I said. “No one will touch her.” His lips thinned. “And what of the contract?” My muscles tensed. I knew this would come up. The contract that bound Isabella to my Mafia—an arrangement to settle her family’s debt. “She is already your mate,” Elias continued. “There is no need to keep her tied by a contract. Let her go.”