Novel & Cerita The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novel

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

I dove straight under my duvet and soaked my pillows with my silent tears as I relived all of our time together. I heard the door open and then, "It's past 8:00." I looked at the time on my phone, 8:45 P.M. ThenI wordlessly returned to watching a video of Aiden and I on one of my birthdays. Suddenly, the duvet was pulled off and my phone was snatched from me. "Give it back!" I sprang up. "No! You can't do this to yourself." She looked me up and down and her frown deepened worriedly, "It's been just a few hours and you look like you've lost tons of weight. Get over him, girl!"

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

Blake’s internal security alarm screamed, red and insistent. Julian found the etched message on the pump house window, the raw diamond glittering on the glass. He read the line, his face hardening from shock into pure, devastating comprehension. THE HEIR IS SECURED. He looked at the dusty choker—the expensive velvet, the missing diamond. The pieces clicked into place with brutal clarity: the lie of the illness, the strange digital skills, the sudden rush. Evelyn wasn't his fragile wife; she was the architect of his defeat.

“She’s a stranger you forced me to share a bed with. And for what? To give you a grandson you could parade around as the next successor? You used both of us, Grandma. And I’m done with it.” Grandma’s cane thudded once on the floor. “Even if you divorce her, Everett, where do you expect her to go? She’ll be ruined socially. You think a divorced wife of a billionaire will be welcomed anywhere? She’ll be eaten alive.” “That’s not my problem!” Everett laughed and I heard the shuffle of feet as he stood up. “It is your problem,” Grandma countered. Then, after a pause, she added. “Then I’ll arrange it. She’ll go abroad to start a new life, away from all this. That way you’ll never have to see her

As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

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.

THE END. I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.