The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

"Hailey?" "Exactly." She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs facing me. That was when I saw how angry she was. I read the headline again to be sure I was not hallucinating. "Strange Lady Marries Into The Johnson Family and Carries The Heir of The Billionaire CEO and Multiple Time Award winning Business Man of the Year, Jared Johnson." I raised my eyes to her face. "Keep reading." She urged. I scrolled down to see more headline news about her. "Billionaire CEO Jared Johnson Finally Ties The Nuptial Knot With The Lady Who Accused Him Of Sexually Harassing And Impregnating Her."

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

A successful marriage would undoubtedly alter the perception of the ladies in their social circle. Determined to secure Dickson, Stella appeared at Dickson Corporation an hour later. As she gazed at the towering skyscr*per, the tallest and most luxurious business building in the city, her heart raced with excitement. This building was not only Dickson's workplace but also the potential future domain of her friend as the lady boss.

She paced slowly in front of me, eyes gleaming with pure enjoyment as if she was savoring every moment of my discomfort. “You’ve always gotten any man you wanted. For ten years straight,” she continued. “At eighteen, you made the Duke of Edinburgh divorce his wife, split his fortune in half, and then you dumped him like trash and moved on to the prince of Dubai.” I let a small, real smile slip out as the memories flashed. The memories were sweet. “Good old days,” I said softly. “Of course!” She laughed louder, stopping right in front of me. “But now you’re twenty-eight. Not as young. Not as fresh. Billionaires aren’t dying for you anymore. So you cling to that old glory like it’s oxygen.”

"Dad is already anxious that we don't have a child. Do you think he'll say anything if I kick you out and marry a younger woman? Do you really think you'll find someone richer and better-looking than me after the divorce? You'll be miserable for the rest of your life!" Edward was confident, but I wasn't so easily intimidated. I chuckled. "Divorced or not, I'm still the heiress of Oskar Group. I have money and power—I can afford to keep a few young, handsome men around. My life will be nothing short of wonderful." "Are you serious?" Edward finally realized I wasn't bluffing.

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

I was in my office that morning, reviewing the Q3 projections for Cross Industries when my legal advisor, Marcus, knocked once and let himself in. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said, sliding a manila envelope across my desk. I raised a brow. “If it’s another acquisition rumor…” “Not a rumor,” he said quickly. “A petition.” Then he paused, “A divorce petition.” That caught my attention because what the hell is my business with a divorce? I opened the file and scanned the details quickly, my brows furrowed in concentration. Sophia Hale Cross. Something about the name stood out to me.

"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.