The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novel Free Novels & Stories

No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.

' 'Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat' ‘The fall from grace’ ‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce. ‘The fall of the great.’ I held my breath as I clicked on the first article. > ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’ > After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.

“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.

Chloe called out and I paused, veering around to face her, her face had an expression unlike any I had seen from her, she appeared to be more calm and there was this slight grin curved on her lips, it appeared almost sinister. I stayed silent, waiting for her to speak. “We do not have a prenup if you decide to go ahead with this divorce, I will sue you of every fucking thing you have to your name.” My eyes widened in disbelief. “Now ask yourself, is that bitch worth it?”

This was the first time she had caught a a pervuliat change in demeanor ,something different from his usual, unreadable mask. "Doesn't a billionaire have anything better to do than hover over me?" Lydia murmured, her fingers moving defensively to stroke through her tangled hair. "Something isn't right here. You're making me highly suspicious of you, Adrian Harold." "What?" He definitely caught her hushed words.Didnt he? But before she could offer a retort, "The doctor is on the way."

Ava's POV Ten billion dollars stared right back at me, I blinked once, then gently rubbed my eyes. I checked the name, then the amount, as if it might change. “Is this…?” My words trailed off as Anna cut in “That’s not all, eighty percent shares and other assets including the estate are yours now.” She added “I'm rich.. no,” I let out a breathless laugh “I'm disgustingly rich” Anna and Butler Brooks' lips parted softly, eyes crinkling at the corners making the room feel warmer.

She had built her whole strategy around what a smart, careful businesswoman would do when handed the kind of offer Victoria had been handed tonight. But Victoria wasn't just a smart, careful businesswoman. She was something Helena Cross had probably never come across before. Victoria was someone who had genuinely lost everything and rebuilt it with her own hands. That kind of person didn't play by the usual rules, because the usual rules had never protected her in the first place. Helena was going to find that out. Daniel was waiting at a small bar near the river when I arrived. He looked tired and like he hadn't been sleeping either. He stood when he saw me, and we sat across from each othe

“I was watching you use that poor girl, making her invest in the company, promising her returns that she never saw. It’s her money that got the company where it is today, and that means it belongs to her. Not so long ago, she invested one billion dollars in it, and if it weren’t for her, all your hard work would’ve been in vain. So the company belongs to her and her children.” “Over my dead body, Grandpa.” I leaned toward him, closing the small gap between us. “I won’t allow you to discredit me for my hard work. Giselle was my wife, and she got her share of the money I had promised her. She was repaid in full for her generosity.” “You repaid her with divorce papers and an abortion appointmen

But I was done with the endless waits. I stepped forward, slamming the divorce papers onto his desk. Sign them, I snapped. My voice shook with rage, making the words cut through the silence like broken glass. Roland leaned back in his chair, smug and unbothered. His dark hair slicked back, cufflinks glinting, jaw freshly shaven. The ruthless billionaire the tabloids worshiped and feared. He didn’t glance at the papers, just smirked. Sign them? His voice dripped with mockery. I don’t take orders from you, darling.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.