روايات وقصص ضمن The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella

she whispered, “I don’t think I can survive this humiliation.” Nobody moved. Then Sofia immediately grabbed Isabella’s face. “Don’t say that!” But Isabella only smiled through tears. A shattered smile. “Why not?” she whispered. “Nobody sees me anymore anyway.” The media no longer talked about Isabella Moretti. Now they talked about how the billionaire heir was so focused on business that he had practically forgotten his wedding while building a flourishing future for the country—as if my daughter had only been holding him back. People loved stories like that.

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.

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.

‘Don't be like the Vale heiress, who had everything but a man. ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who couldn't keep a man, or her family's properties.’ ‘Don’t be the Vale heiress who was a jinx, a curse child, a bad luck to her parents and husband.’ ‘You can be anything but the Vale Heiress.’ I shut my eyes and opened them again, taking a deep breath. I continued reading the articles’ headline. > 'Inside the Sinclair-Vale Divorce: Exclusive Details' > 'Where Is Aurora Vale Now? Sources Say She's Gone Into Hiding'

‘’This is my sister, Elena, and her boyfriend, Owen. Christian’s gaze never left mine as he nodded at Ariana and stretched his hand forward for me to take. ‘’it is a pleasure to meet you, Elena.’’ Realization dawned on me as I shook his hand, remembering where I had heard his last name. He was Christian Royal, the heir to the wealthiest family in the country, and it was no wonder he seemed familiar when I had met him in the elevator. He gave me a handkerchief with his last name on it.

I had never been so sure about anything in my life like I was sure of this. His green eyes locked onto mine, studying me. “And how exactly do you plan on getting it?” “I’ll figure it out,” I said, trying to keep my voice firm, to assure myself that I was right, though deep down, I wasn’t sure how. Malakai let out a low hum, as if he found amusement in my situation. “With what resources? What connections? The world thinks you’re dead, Isabella . Your name, your power, your wealth—none of it exists anymore.”

Isabella lounged on the shaded veranda of her estate, sipping iced lemonade in a skimpy white sundress that clung to her curves. At twenty-nine, the divorced heiress had everything. But lately, her eyes kept drifting to the one man who tended it all. Rafael.

She just wanted to sever all legal ties to me. The rejection stung worse than any physical wound I ever received. I spent five years building an empire to secure her future, and she walked away from it with nothing but the clothes on her back. I flipped to the last page and saw her signature signed in dark ink. Arabella Bellini. She signed the papers while she was recovering from major surgery. She planned this, and she executed it the moment she woke up.

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

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.