The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

She wanted to hate him, and lash out at him as she usually did. But as a businesswoman, she couldn't deny that Vanguard's resources were the only thing that can save Delacroix right now. She had been too excited for the rescue partnership deal that breaking it off now seemed like a dumb thing to do. She could really use a powerful man like him on her side.

The horrible thing was, her frantic reply had already proved him right before she could consider that he was bluffing. “Is that the real question here?” He replied, a hint of delight hid in his tone. The real question was, what would she have after the divorce? And the plain answer was, Nothing. Levi Connard was a detestable man with a silver-tongue. At every event, every party, every gala, regardless of how much work she’d put into raising that name to where it stood, no one ever recognised her. Everyone praised him, hailed him and stood behind him. There was no doubt that he had already prepared [people and resources] for this exact moment. He had always been smarter than her where it matt

Loudly, publicly, with the kind of finality that made it clear she was not meant to come back. She had been twenty-two years old. She had left with a carry-on bag and a secret that was only beginning to show. And while she rebuilt herself from nothing, on the other side of the world, Rebecca Rong had stepped comfortably into everything that had once belonged to Vivian. The family name. The resources. The connections. Sebastian Stonewell. The Golden Star Award The Million-dollar Celebration Party The life that should have been Vivian's.

If you’ll attend her show. Of course. Of course they’d figured it out. The narrative was already forming. I could see it: Billionaire CEO’s discarded wife rises from ashes to build fashion empire. The wronged woman. The phoenix. The revenge story everyone loved. And I’d be cast as the villain. The man who threw away a diamond to chase after glass. Another text. Vivian this time. **Vivian:** *Just saw something interesting. Call me.* I called. She answered immediately.

The woman said and I smiled at them. "Thanks for the compliment," I said and tried to leave their side because Thelma had to spill out some secret. In fact, I doubt I will be going home tonight unless she is already asleep. "Excuse me," I said and made my way out of the hall. I unlocked my car and quickly looked up the necklace online. The website loads and the same necklace pops up. When I checked the prize, my jaw dropped. There is no way in hell that he will accept this expensive gift from Vincent when he mentions that he is having issues to solve, which will eventually involve money because it is his business.

She wiped the condensation from the mirror with the edge of her sleeve and stared at her reflection. Her eyes looked tired, shadowed with exhaustion that went far beyond physical fatigue. The woman looking back at her seemed smaller than the powerful CEO who had commanded the ballroom earlier that evening. She felt as though she had lost everything in a single impulsive moment. Control. That was what she had built her entire comeback around. After Ronan had abandoned her years ago, after she had returned broken and pregnant to this very penthouse, she had sworn never to lose herself again. She had rebuilt her life with precision, using her hidden Morgan heritage, her alliance with William, a

She blinked her eyes slowly on the bed, adjusting to the light glow as the events of the previous day came rushing back, she sat up abruptly, the weight of her decision passed down her chest like a stone. Yesterday, she had arrived here as Isla Carter, a betrayed and bitter divorcee desperate for revenge. Today, she woke up as Isla Blackwood, wife to perhaps the most ruthless and one of the wealthiest men in the city. A stranger. A billionaire whose motive she still couldn't grasp.

“Let go of me, William Nash!” Liam paused in a secluded area at the backstage, anger bubbling in his chest. “Give back the necklace.” “Huh?” “You're in this together with Andrew Woods, aren't you?” Liam threw daggers at her. “Stop thinking too far…” Haley held the necklace protectively, returning his glare. “I bought it with my own money! What are you waiting for? Why haven't you signed the divorce yet?” Divorce, Divorce. Was she crazy? Taking in a deep breath, Liam bottled in his anger. “I'll let you go this time for trying to seek my attention in this silly way. Just give back the necklace-”

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.