The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

And now that I was living that wish, I found it a little amusing. The attention was crazy and the questions were bizarre and a little provoking. “Hi, CEO Ivelle, how does it feel being the heir to such a huge conglomerate without Jasver in your life?” I stared at the reporter with a disgusting look on my face. “Ivelle, do you think the situation surrounding your divorce would have changed if Jasver knew you were wealthy?” That questioned made me smirk, of course he would. Hell, I was sure that wherever he was right now, he'd have heard the news and would be unable to take it.

“Young? Isn’t he already thirty-something?” “Come on. We thought he was gonna be an ugly, old man! Wait, I wanna get a better look at his face. Let’s G****e him.” Right after she finished her words, she took out her phone to execute her plan. “He’s thirty-five! And…assets appraisal…6 billion dollars! And wait… Wikipedia says he got divorced five years ago!” “He’s divorced?” Scarlett paused as she was taking her clothes off and getting ready to hop into the shower.

It was just brief but she was sure Leila was mocking her in her head and trying to conceal it with a sweet and caring facade. Another question then came to her. ‘How did her cousin become close with that pretentious woman?’ Naturally, she would care less. As she was used to encountering a handful of people who didn't like her. Her glamorous life as the only heiress of the most powerful tycoon and coming from an affluent family was not always colorful, with rainbows and unicorns surrounding her. Sometimes, it actually more on black, blue and gray like what she was in at the moment. Unfortunately though, that woman was involved with Hendrix which had a sensitive spot in her. Thus, ignoring her

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.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

Isaac would never forgive me and the gala night and all the upset was bad enough. God, sometimes it’s so frustrating being a rich billionaire heiress, you have to watch everything you do and say. Paps are everywhere and people who know who I am can’t wait to take a snide picture of me and post it all over social media. Thankfully, here in the VIP, private club nobody cares because everybody is somebody. I can see the famous model, Helenka Islovokich with her rockstar boyfriend, Jenson Hamilton at the bar, he has her arms around her waist, and is whispering into her ear. She has her body leaning into him and I wish it was me. Not me with Jenson but just with some guy that cared enough about m

“Only a qualified girl can be by your side-” “Believe me, she's more than qualified,” Liam grumbled. “Haley is the secret heiress of the DG Group. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied?” However, the woman didn't look satisfied. She looked as if she'd lost her tongue. “That's the biggest joke of the century!” She scoffed. “How can this filthy girl with no background be an heiress-” “You can do your research.” Liam interrupted her. “And for the last time, Mum, leave Haley alone. I haven't changed my mind that I can choose her over you.”

I asked, standing up from my seat, picking up my bag, and started heading towards the door. “I just see life differently,” she called out after me. As I got to the car and the driver started driving towards the Vogue building which was situated downtown, I thought about what Angela said, what if the Vogue lady, someone who was my inspiration to become a world-class designer was just a corporate bitch. When I divorced Nolan and was still struggling to make it, there was always this woman who appeared on my small television screen. She would come on the live shows and talk about how her husband and her made wealth from nothing.

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

Not that I was jealous or anything—don't be ridiculous. She's my wife, and she belongs to me, that's all. She has no right to be running around doing whatever the hell she wants. If anyone gets to screw up this marriage, it's going to be me, not her. I was greeted by Victoria as soon as I walked in. "Mr. Stone, the client for the billion-dollar deal is here. He's in your office waiting for you." Great. The last thing I needed was to pretend to care about some billionaire's obsession with family values and charity work. But a deal's a deal, and this one was too big to mess up. I forced a smile onto my face, nodded at Victoria, and headed toward my office.