The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella Novels & Stories

I wish he was here to see how far I have gone, I wish he could see that I fulfilled his dying wish. But Mason was right, I make a very good Heiress, and my father will always remain a proud dad because today marks a year since I became CEO of white nova robotics. Nova was my second name, and my dad had made sure to name his achievement after him like he knew one day it would be mine. I looked down at my hands, the diamond ring on my finger sparkled under the light of the stars and moon. It felt heavy because it cost a fortune and Mason had given it to me.

I say flipping through the very extensive file in front of me. "I'm sorry man, but it's true she's the daughter of billionaire Nicholas Davis owner of Davis Telecom. Heiress to his whole empire." George says as I flip through looking at information about Isabella, pictures of her with her father my number one competitor. "There's has to be an explanation, if she's Heiress Isabella Davis why is she working for me? She obviously doesn't need the job. She's a fucking billionaire for Christ sake, she doesn't need to work for me or anyone." I say.

My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him.

He was familiar with her genuine smiles, those that were almost exclusively reserved for Ethan. Isabella lifted her glass, locking eyes with Christine as she gave an acknowledging nod. "The same could be said about you," she responded, giving Christine a discerning once-over. There wasn't a single individual at the party unfamiliar with the name Isabella Fernandez, or at least, who hadn't heard it in passing. Her scandalous divorce had been splashed all over the tabloids, making her every action a spectacle for the world to see. She consistently made headlines, one after another, keeping the world perpetually intrigued by her life.

Her mother had never said a harsh word to her in her entire life. "We're living in some rundown motel!" Elena's voice was laced with venom. "Our bank accounts are frozen, the businesses are gone, and no lawyer will even take our case!" "Mom, I don't understand—" "You don't understand?" Elena sneered. "Your little performance at the baptism ruined us all! And now you've dragged us all down with you! Arabella is the Valenti heiress! Do you have any idea what that means?" Isabella thought back to that day.

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

She told her the exact reason why she signed the divorce and came back home, which she hasn't told anyone yet, not even her parents. “Who's the mistress?” asked Belinda, curiously. “Roxanne Roswell. He actually brought her here,” she answered. Belinda raised her eyebrows, “Why isn't she with the Mondragon? Did you invite her family too?” Margaux shook her head, “I didn't. I figure he will bring her so there's no need to send her a separate invitation” Their conversation got interrupted when Abigail suddenly showed up. “Am I disturbing you?” she queried.

"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."

“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.