Romans & histoires The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Isabella

Tarun turned back to the screen, his eyes now focused on his nephew with new understanding. "Everett," he said softly, "I am sorry you had to learn this truth in such a painful way." Everett nodded, “I…I got off easy compared to the three half-siblings I have here. You should watch all three files; they've been hit and pitted against each other. He tried to sell Annabella, my old sister, to Alpha Heir Jonty of Moon Slashers. Even though she had already found her mate, or should I say mates, all six of the Alpha Heirs. Besides that, Annabella could feel at least 20 children in the family bonds that link us to our shared father. A lot of women and children are about to get very hurt.”

And no matter what, I would never let him get closer to her. "He wants Asher. Not me," Esperanza said. "Yeah, about that..." Valentina took a deep breath. "Some major issue is going on in the Mendoza mansion." "Like?" I asked. "I'm not sure, but it's related to Asher that I know," She said. "Daniel Mendoza has been going haywire on Juliana ever since Asher left that house." Esperanza and I gazed at each other. We know what it is. Asher is the heir of the Mendoza empire.

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.

"Or did she manipulate us into thinking we were manipulating her?" "That's crazy," Isabella said, but her voice lacked conviction. "Is it?" I stood up and started pacing around our small space. "Elena gets rid of her cheating husband and his debts. She gets revenge on the people who betrayed her. And she ends up with millions of dollars to start a new life." "Where would she get millions of dollars?" Sophia asked. "From my secret account," I said. "The one that was mysteriously emptied while I was unconscious."

Isabella's POV The life I want is nothing compared to what I have been served. Everyday feels like a struggle to survive, first my mum now my dad, leaving me with this awful mother and daughter duo. Why didn't I join my mother in the car accident that took her life? Or even died along with my dad when he had cancer. It was a bit better when he was alive, at least I would get a pass 3-4 days when dad wasn't on any business trips or working from his office. My step mom Vivian and sister Charlotte have one good goal in life, making me miserable in every possible way.

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.

As I approached, she stepped into my path, forcing Elias to stop abruptly. ​"The little Omega learned how to code," Isabella said, her voice dripping with a condescension that used to make me flinch. "I must admit, the 'billionaire' costume is a nice touch. Who did you have to sleep with to get the seed money, Elara? Or did you just steal it from the rogues you run with?"

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 .

Sylvester hit my shoulder, "My friend, whatever it is you're thinking about is nothing compared to the deal you'll be signing tomorrow. Take your mind off it and get your head back into the game," My head immediately went back to the client that'll be in my office as early as possible tomorrow and I needed to be extra ready to meet them. Saying a quick goodbye, I rushed out of the apartment and drove home to get to work and probably avoid Alicia. As I walked into the silent mansion, my eyes caught the document sitting on the kitchen aisle, I picked it up and opened it to see it was the divorce papers. She was ready, she had been ready since the night my grandmother died.