The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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 blinked her eyes slowly on the bed, adjusting to the light glow as the events of the previous day came rushing back, she sat up abruptly, the weight of her decision passed down her chest like a stone. Yesterday, she had arrived here as Isla Carter, a betrayed and bitter divorcee desperate for revenge. Today, she woke up as Isla Blackwood, wife to perhaps the most ruthless and one of the wealthiest men in the city. A stranger. A billionaire whose motive she still couldn't grasp.

After my father and mother had both invested in a decade-long worth of fortune, which left her with almost nothing, our father, Mr Lawn decided to divorce our mother and get married to Josephine, who had already given birth to Amelia, before she began to have an affair with our father. “Did you think about the pain we had gone through to get here, Carmella? Years of pain and struggle.” She asked again when the silence became too strong and quite unbearable. Growing up had been tough for Isabella and I. Our mother had died shortly after she got divorced with our father, and it wasn't easy navigating through this difficult life. Being the eldest, she was always working and trying to make sure

She quickly went to seek help, and not long after, Victoria slowly came downstairs. "Bella, what made you suddenly think of coming home?" Victoria seemed to be in a good mood, her complexion rosy, with no sign of being affected by the online scandal. Isabella’s gaze fixed directly on Victoria’s stomach. Though it appeared flat, Isabella knew that it concealed a child—Nathan’s child. "I’m getting a divorce from Nathan. After that, I’ll have nowhere to go. Would you mind if I stay here for a while?" Isabella asked.

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.

Isabella grabs her shoulder bag and re-adjusts her blouse ,she felt so full,with that she leaves her room . **** The drive to the house was a lengthy one for Isabella ,she managed to put her nauseousness at bay while driving . She steps out of the car as the chaffeur held the door open for her . The rest of the maid and attendants bow their heads some in respect ,others in fear so as not to be fired from their place of work . Isabella barely acknowledged these gestures to her, they were all gold diggers seeking validation from their wealthy boss and she had no business in that .

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

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.

“Hurt her feelings? It’s about time she knows that she’s not the best person out there. Ms. Nelson, you shouldn’t take a man’s word so sincerely. Don’t you know that Eric is just playing with you? The purpose of today’s banquet is to set up my sister with Eric.” Seeing Selena’s slightly frozen mouth, Ivan became even more smug. “By the way, don’t you know who my sister is? You should have heard of Taylor Caldwell, the heiress of CK Corporation. Her net worth is at the top of the Forbes list. A sl*t like you who asks for money after you sleep with Eric certainly can’t compare to her. So, I suggest that you know your place. Don’t think that you have all the power just because you’re with Eric.