The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

*Popular billionaire’s daughter, Zara Wellington, was spotted back in California with Harry woods, after being away for more than two years.* A picture of them coming out of the restaurant was displayed at the bottom of the caption. The post was made few minutes ago but it had thousands of likes already and hundreds of comments. With shaky fingers, she clicked the comments and the first comment stabbed through her heart like a sharp blade. “Is this really Zara or an imposter? She looks round like a ball.”

Maybe only someone born into the Walker family could afford to be so unrestrained—free to be herself without needing to care about appearances. New York City’s number one heiress—so many people had looked forward to her growing up, so many had wondered what kind of brilliance she’d shine with in the future... She died too young. And with her, she broke countless hearts. Calvin murmured, “Aren’t you the same?” Adriana swallowed a mouthful of beer and let out a self-deprecating laugh. “How can I compare to her? She had you as her backer. If anyone dared to say a word out of line, you were already there to silence them—before she even said she was upset.”

It dawned on her that his heart belonged to another woman and there was absolutely nothing that could change that. “I owe you no explanation,” Dennis replied with a tightened expression. “You just have to leave. Hold on, do I need to remind you that our union was never based on our mutual love for each other? I don’t love you. You should know better and stop all the drama.” “Alright, I understand.” Nita sighed. However, she maintained an indifferent outward look. She did not want to look defeated before him. Dennis scanned from her toes to her head, “I know you have nothing to fall back to. I’ll make a cash transfer of one million dollars. That should be enough for you to gather the pieces o

When they were no other person to offer more than what Sarah had offered, the necklace was sold to her and at the same time she slowly removed her mask allowing everyone to see her face including Xavier and Claudia who were staring in shock and at the same time the whispering voices of other people filled the hall as people were surprised to see Sarah Jones one of the richest billionaire in Europe, they only heard rumors about her but never got the chance to meet her in person, but here she was presently in New York City, stunning and authoritative beyond their imaginations. Once she turned her gaze towards Xavier and Claudia, she smirked devilishly at them. To be continued..

“ Stop lying to yourself. I bet that is why you are going through with the divorce. After, what can I possibly give you or add to your life?” “ Is this coming from Micheal Don Salvatore El’s granddaughter? You mean the chosen heir to a billion dollar company is nothing in your eyes? Nicki…” “ Newsflash, the billionaire isn't taking my calls anymore. Maybe he will reach out when we are finally divorced.” She explained, grabbed her phone and bolted before I could say another word. Unable to stay in my office, I drove straight to the headquarters and met a dazed Melissa in the elevator. I stepped in and waved briefly at her. She gave me a light bow without tearing her gaze off me.

I gripped the edge of the table. The screen cut to a split graphic. Left side: Giselle’s recent headshot, elegant, composed. Right side: a grainy still from security footage—Octavia standing over an open grave, face half-turned toward the camera, and unmistakable. The headline crawler at the bottom scrolled in bold red letters: BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS NEARLY BURIED ALIVE BY STEPSISTER. I grabbed my phone and dialed Giselle’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.

she replied. Damien's eyes almost popped out of their sockets on hearing what she just said. "You owe him two hundred billion?" he repeated, just to be sure, and Isla nodded, confirming her words. "It's a long story," an almost quiet laugh escaped her lips. "But until I have two hundred billion to pay him back, I'm stuck with him," she shrugged, defeat settling into her shoulders. There was no way in hell she could raise two hundred billion dollars, and it was unfortunate because that was the only way she could legally divorce and cut all ties with him.

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

"Pretend to be pregnant?" Landen, never wanted her at all. She was just his sexual outlet. Whenever they were done having sex, he always held out birth control pills and made sure she swallowed them in front of his eyes. And she... couldn't have told her parents this shameful secret, right? Darlene shook her head, she looked down in shame. "Impossible." "You can't get a divorce anyway, Darlene!" said Letta, Darlene's younger sister, who was sitting back and waiting for her nail art to be done. "My company still needs his money."

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.