Novel & Cerita The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Novel

she hissed. Hendrix turned to the side and took a step forward, bridging the gap between them. “Your business is my business, Margaux,” he retorted. She glared at him. “How so? We're not married. If you still acknowledge that I am Margaux Hermani, well then, we are already officially divorce. I'm single now with my original and fake name. So my business is no one's business. That's only mine, not even my family, especially not yours!” she exclaimed.

I sat in that fluorescent hallway staring at the empty line where a whole man used to be, and for one second the size of it caught in my throat, that I was writing him out of their story with a twelve-dollar filing f*e, that if I did this right they'd grow up never knowing what that blank was meant to hold. Then the clerk called next, and it was over, and I signed my new old name at the bottom. The ink went down clean and final. Aurora Bennett. No one's ex-wife. No one's failure. Four Bennetts coming, a job sorting fabric, a room with a screaming radiator, and not one thing left that Damien Blackwood could take. I walked out into the sun feeling, for the first time, like I'd gotten away clea

"Show him the birth register! Show him the master routing codes! Force him to see that the woman he married isn't a small-time thief, but an heiress sitting on the capital that built his entire firm! If you give him the truth, he has to pause the divorce! He has to stop Adelina!" "And what happens when I give him the truth, Nathan?" I asked, my voice dropping into a raspy, agonizing whisper that cut right through his anger. "What happens when I look Noel in the eye and admit that every word out of my mouth for three years was calculated? What happens when I tell him that Melowie Vale was a ghost created in an offshore server room?" Nathan didn't answer. He tightened his jaw, his chest heavin

“Then what do we do, Chloe? She’s sitting in my penthouse right now, eating my food, pretending to carry my blood, while Charlie slides his hands into my secondary accounts!” Chloe stood up slowly, her gray silk blouse falling perfectly into place. She walked around the desk until she was standing just inches from him, the sharp, clean scent of her perfume cutting through his heated agitation. “We cut off her oxygen,” Chloe whispered, her eyes locked onto his. “Vanessa is a creature of luxury, Marcus. She doesn't move without a safety net, and she certainly doesn't work for free. Charlie promised her a massive payout once the divorce decree was signed and the asset split was initiated. We’re

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

This was the first time she had caught a a pervuliat change in demeanor ,something different from his usual, unreadable mask. "Doesn't a billionaire have anything better to do than hover over me?" Lydia murmured, her fingers moving defensively to stroke through her tangled hair. "Something isn't right here. You're making me highly suspicious of you, Adrian Harold." "What?" He definitely caught her hushed words.Didnt he? But before she could offer a retort, "The doctor is on the way."

Vivienne Laurent woke before dawn. She always did. The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Glass walls revealed Paris stretching endlessly beneath her, rooftops washed in early morning blue. From the outside, the penthouse was a dream. Inside, it felt like a museum she wasn’t allowed to touch. Vivienne lay still, staring at the ceiling, replaying the previous night. Daniel. His voice—steady, familiar. The way he had looked at her like she was still the girl who’d shared secrets with him on a cracked sidewalk. Not a billionaire heiress. Not Margaux Laurent’s ornamental stepdaughter.

Blue sat at the table coloring quietly, unaware that the headlines had already started spreading. I looked down at my screen. BLACKWOOD DIVORCE SECRETS RESURFACE Hidden Child Rumors Surround Billionaire CEO Sources Question Timeline of Marriage Collapse Jesus Christ. The leak had spread faster than I expected. I opened the article anyway. Mistake. They framed Elara exactly the way I knew they would. Quiet wife. Mysterious disappearance. Speculation about infidelity. Questions about paternity timelines carefully disguised as “industry curiosity.” Cowards. Every single one of them.

“I was watching you use that poor girl, making her invest in the company, promising her returns that she never saw. It’s her money that got the company where it is today, and that means it belongs to her. Not so long ago, she invested one billion dollars in it, and if it weren’t for her, all your hard work would’ve been in vain. So the company belongs to her and her children.” “Over my dead body, Grandpa.” I leaned toward him, closing the small gap between us. “I won’t allow you to discredit me for my hard work. Giselle was my wife, and she got her share of the money I had promised her. She was repaid in full for her generosity.” “You repaid her with divorce papers and an abortion appointmen

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled