The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

“Anywhere away from you.” As I walked away, I heard him laughing and calling after me. Fuck him, for real. …. When I got home, I simply crashed on my bed and opened my search engine, searching for that familiar name. Immediately I hit the search button, her name popped up in the second spot. SYDNEY CAMPBELL, BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS OF THE CZ CONGLOMERATE AND CEO OF SYD STYLES. The more I scrolled up, the more I saw her achievements and awards in recent years.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

"You are the one in control here. You get to decide exactly how much of your personal life you wish to share with the public—and how much you keep private." Despite their reassuring words, the anxiety didn't fade. As the hours passed, my phone started buzzing with unknown numbers and notifications. One text message in particular came from an aggressive journalist asking a cruel question: *Did you abandon your husband simply because you discovered you were a billionaire heiress?* Reading those words made my blood boil with hot anger. It reduced the most painful decision of my life—my escape from the Rooke mansion—to a greedy story about money, status, and social climbing.

"Billionaire CEO's Secret Quadruplets: The Wife He Threw Away Built an Empire and Had His Children." That was the first headline. The gentlest one. By noon, there were forty-seven variations. The story itself: powerful man discards wife at anniversary gala, introduces secretary's daughter as his heir, signs divorce papers before the champagne goes flat. The wife disappears. Rebuilds. Becomes CEO of a rival company that threatens his market share. And the entire time, she was raising four children he never knew existed. Quadruplets. The public didn't need to decide who the villain was. The story came pre-assembled.

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

I snatched the remote and turned up the volume quickly. "In a stunning turn of events, Olivia Barnes, formerly known as the ex-wife of Ashford Holdings CEO Damien Ashford, has been confirmed as the sole living heir to the Augustus Hart estate. Miss Barnes was officially announced as chairwoman of the AD Tech empire earlier today, making her overnight one of the wealthiest individuals in the country." I shot to my feet, the remote slipping from my fingers. "This has to be fake news, right, baby?" Vivian asked. "Do you think they run fake news like that on CNN?" I snapped at her without intending to, and immediately regretted it.

Cox glowering at her. She could also feel another pair of eyes melting through her skin, turning her eyes to the head of the table, she was met with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Alex Donovan, the ruthless billionaire CEO and also the most eligible bachelor in City M, in fact the country. The pictures she had come across while doing her research had not done him justice. She aimed a smile at him and turned to listen to the presentation Mr. Cox was giving. The next 10 minutes passed in a haze of boredom. This was probably the worst PowerPoint presentation she had ever seen and that was saying a lot.

His fees were always ridiculously high but a billionaire heiress like Violet would not have to worry about that. “Send me his number, please.” Violet uttered, her voice jerking him out of his thoughts. She ended the call, and soon received an incoming message containing Damien Ashcombe’s information. It was already quite late so she could not make the appointment now. She ordered a late night dinner and went to bed, her mind completely free and light. She was divorced from her cheating spouse. She was a billionaire heiress. She had a mysterious system that was guaranteed to make her live a long and successful life in the coming apocalypse. Life was good. But first thing tomorrow, she intende

My head stutters for a moment, and my eyes take in more light than I anticipated; everything stops as my thoughts catch up. The guy I had slapped and made out with last night was none other than the billionaire heir I was supposed to interview. I suddenly remembered his last statement to me on the night we had sex at the hotel which was; "Let's just say that I'm not your average guy." Truly, he isn't an average guy, but a fucking rich billionaire heir!

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?