The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nicholas was thankful that she had not physically harmed anybody else and it was only his heart and money. “Callum recovered from his broken heart and so did I when I met you, Isabella Woods. You helped me revive the faith in love. Callum is living with his three old son, Eliot. He is such a beautiful boy” smiled Nicholas, thinking about Eliot. All this while Bella was still listening to his story on how he left a woman at the altar. Bella was shell shocked a woman would go such lengths to have money. She didn’t know people were that desperate to have money.

"You're really going to do it? Just walk into his office and drop that kind of money like it's nothing?" "Absolutely," I replied, my voice oozing with confidence. "He wants to play games, but he has no idea who he's dealing with now. Once I have that divorce, I'll be free to start the next phase of my plan—taking back my company that he stole from me." Her expression turned serious, a line creasing between her brows. "You know it won't be easy, Aubrey. Ryder's not going to just hand it over."

Hearing those words, I let out a deep sigh. Dave was right. ABC Group needed me. But no matter what anyone said, I wasn't ready to return and claim what was rightfully mine. The truth was... Fifteen years ago, I had run away from home. My grandfather, Mr. Steel Harrington, was the founder and chairman of ABC Group—the most powerful and successful business corporation in all of New York City. And I was his only heiress. From the moment I was born, everyone expected me to inherit the empire.

Kelvin replied as he felt that Dean, who was the caller he was talking to on the phone, was kind of tense. "Is there a way you can get her to at least speak?" Dean quickly asked Kelvin who shook his end at the other side negatively before answering "No. I can't. She's too far from her." "Damn it! Bianca! This is the wrong time." Dean said as Kelvin removed the phone from his ear a bit as he heard Dean cursed. What could have gone wrong? Could Bianca really be telling the truth when she said she was the heiress to her grandfather's company. So why will Carlisle reject such an offer? Kelvin asked himself as he carefully listened to the conversation which continued with Dean forgetting his phon

"Ella will beg for me to take her back. She'll beg to come home with me. I know it." As the meeting concludes, I notice a thunderstorm brewing outside the office and make my way out to Miss Cates. "Please contact Ella Reina, the woman who was in here earlier," I start, trying to act nonchalant with my secretary. "I'm going to find her some property and send a check." A check that's fifty million dollars should be enough. She'll be back in no time. "Mr. Wickham," the woman starts, wringing her hands repeatedly. "She left with another man today."

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.

Ethan was convinced he could break me, turn me into a submissive wife to enhance his own standing. I wasn’t just Bella Sinclair, the former inmate fiancée he could humiliate. I was Isabella Hartman, the trillion-dollar heiress to the Ashcroft throne, the tech dynasty that made Blackvale look like a footnote. I’d taken on a disguise so I could be with him, so I could keep myself from being mistaken for his enemy. But I had been blinded by love, and betrayal had opened my eyes. I was done hiding. My hands shook when I reached for my phone again, opening up to a number I hadn’t dialed in years. After the first ring, a second, a familiar voice came on, calm, expecting this call. “Isabella?”

But Amelia wasn't the quiet, easily dismissed wife anymore. She was a billionaire in her own right, formidable enough to expose corporate fraud within weeks of taking control, magnetic enough to draw genuine attention from a man who apparently had his choice of more conventional, uncomplicated partners. If Adrian Kingsley genuinely fell for Amelia, publicly, permanently, the media narrative would shift entirely. No longer the wife Damian carelessly discarded, finding unexpected success on her own. Instead, the woman who had not only survived her divorce but emerged triumphant, claiming a partner more polished than the man who had failed to appreciate her.

Another cleaner replied as she giggled. Hearing the two cleaners chatting, Arabella was feeling uneasy while keeping the cosmetics backed to her case. A billionaire and a prince charming, those were perfect descriptions for Bill Sky. Fighting with her mind, Arabella had her hope that it was not Bill since he was still married to her, but thinking how rich and powerful he was, then he could probably find a way to make Brittany her wife without divorcing her. She then breathed a sigh of frustration.

"How could you be so unreasonable, you brat? Isabella is the only heiress of the richest woman in Andaysia! She even has a son with Lucas! How could you ever possibly measure up to her? "And Lucas already said that he's willing to divorce her later just to marry you. You've basically already hit the jackpot with a man like him! And you still dare to cause trouble for him like this?" "The jackpot?" I laughed coldly. "I will never marry him in this lifetime! And I'm settling all scores with him today!" Michelle's expression was grim and dark.