The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella Novels & Stories

she asked, sounding puzzled. “You damn know what I’m talking about,” I fired, shutting her up. “Why didn’t you tell me Clarissa was your sister?” “Oh, that,” she chuckled. “Well, half-sister. There’s a huge difference, please.” “That’s not the point, Isabella!” I snapped. “Then what is?” “She’s a Montclair. Do you have any idea what that means?” I asked her. “Of course I know what it means,” Isabella said, sounding indifferent. “She’s always lived like she’s above everyone else, hiding behind fake names. Not anymore.”

He rounded the desk, putting blessed distance between us, and opened a file that I realized with a jolt was my resume. "Columbia Business School, top of your class. Three years managing your husband's—ex-husband's—investment portfolio with a twenty-three percent return. Fluent in four languages, Impeccable references from everyone except your family." He looked up. "Why does the Sterling heiress need a job as my personal assistant?" "I'm not the Sterling heiress anymore." "Because your family disowned you for divorcing a cheating husband." It wasn't a question. His jaw tightened. "I did my research, Elara. May I call you Elara?"

“She always used to say that she would be famous and rich one day. Seems like she’s found a way to do just that.” How an unpopular girl like Isabella Norman managed to catch herself the most sought-after billionaire bachelor in the world remains a mystery, but what we managed to find out is that six months months ago, she was hired under the marketing department in Bancroft Industries by her then boyfriend Alan Bancroft. And now she has been changed to another department by Archibald himself. We are not surprised that she sleeps her way to the top. For the sake of Archibald’s niece who’s the same age as Isabella and his nephew who she dumped for him, we can only hope that Billionaire Archiba

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

The black velvet envelope arrived on a rainy Thursday evening, slipped under the door of Bella Vale’s sleek Paris apartment like a secret meant onlr her. No postage. No return address. Just her name embossed in silver script: Isabella Vale. She turned it over in her manicured hands, heart already beating a little faster. Three weeks after her divorce from Marcus—the cold, neglectful tech heir who had treated her like a trophy wife rather than a woman with needs—she was still raw. Still aching in places no one had touched properly in years.

"The heiress to the Vane Empire, recently recovered from a traumatic kidnapping. Isabella, the world has been watching. How are you feeling?" ​I looked at the floor. Just like Arthur wanted. But I wasn't acting. I was looking at the scratches on the table. ​"I am focused," I said. ​"Focused on what?" ​"The future. The company. The legacy." ​"There have been rumors," Sarah said, leaning forward. "Rumors that you weren't kidnapped. That you went to Sterling Tech of your own free will. That you were working as an assistant named 'Bella Smith.'"

She had nothing, no money, no home, no support aside from me so, how come? I felt a strange ache settle in my chest like my heart was caught between disbelief and regret. What happened to her after our divorce? Where has she gone? And how did she become the heiress of the King's Empire? I watched her carefully. Her dress, long and black, clung perfectly to her curves. Her makeup was soft but flawless and her hair flowed in elegant waves. She has a beauty that has always been there but now, it's mixed with power and pride and something else...

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.

“After we eloped, I thought you’d go back to your family and beg for your right, but now… you got comfortable living this godforsaken life, and you think I’m cool with it?” Her eyes darted in confusion. Just when she was about to speak, he beats her to it. “When I found out your dad owns the biggest company in California, I was amazed. I wanted to enjoy part of his wealth and that was why I asked you out. Only for you to act stupid and run away from home just to be with me, leaving all your rights behind… Now you are of no use to me, because you got disowned and don’t even have nothing…” Zara’s gasped at his revelation. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.