Novel & Cerita The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novel

“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.

Kyera's face remained straight ever as she spoke her mind, everyone in the office now watching both of them exchanging words instead of joining in the discussion. “You must be in your head with one of those fairy tale novels you read again. I don't blame you,” Taylor cocked an eyebrow at her. “Whatever you say,” Kyera rolled her eyes flippantly, and took her seat behind her desk, “I am reading one now though. The lady is a rich one, and she is tough,” she mumbled. “I don't care. It is probably your regular books again,” Taylor dismissed. “No, it is not. Why am I even talking a lot?” Kyera's lips pursed as opened her laptop and switched it on, “After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billlionaire, is

_____ . . . Two years of a wretched secret marriage that no one but close family knew about. Two years of living like strangers. Alexander Adam Thorne had a thorn stuck to him. No, it was not his name. It was a woman who had latched herself to his name - Inaya Thorne. The spoiled and rotten heiress of the McBell family. The McBells sounded like some modern American aristocracy. And they were. They had all the money in the world. They had enough money to BUY the whole damn world. And maybe the Moon and Mars, with what money they would have left.

“You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?” “Like my whole family, I believed she possesses nothing,” he said, his fingers curling tightly around the wooden armrests. “But you were wrong.” Darkness danced along my grin. “Was that the reason for your divorce?” His trembling hand moved to his collar and loosened his tie. “I-I beg your pardon?” I leaned farther on my desk, feeling the anger slowly coiling inside me. “Did you divorce her because she was poor? Because she had nothing? Because she wasn't good enough?”

Well, good riddance because damn! There was no way her and her husband dearest were going to escape what I had for them. She had some nerve. Coming into my home, almost ruining things for Scarlett and I, all for a few millions, while she was still married to the fucker I made swear I would never set my eyes on him again. Yeah, they asked for every bit of what I was going to serve to them on a gold dish. With these, I couldn't help but wonder what then was in the second envelope, the brown one.

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.

My heart stopped as I turned up the volume. "..delighted to announce that my divorce will be finalized within the week," Adrian was saying to a crowd of reporters outside his office building. He looked perfectly polished, completely unaffected by everything that had happened. "I'm ready to start this new chapter of my life with someone who truly understands me." The camera panned to show Maya clinging to his arm, beaming like she'd won the lottery. She was wearing a new necklace, bigger and more expensive than anything he'd ever given me.

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

Then I lean closer, bringing my mouth beside his ear in a whisper. “Because I swear to God… I’ll break your fucking legs and make sure you spend every single day regretting the moment you got close to her.” He scoffs at my threats. Giving him one last lethal smile, I turn and walk away. The moment I slide into the back seat of my car, I don’t even bother closing the door before issuing my next order. “Drive me to the family mansion.” Michael glances at me through the rearview mirror. “Sir, you have a meeting with investors in less than an hour—”

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.