The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Series Novels & Stories

“Christian Blackthorne owns half of this city. If he finds out I prepared divorce papers for you, I could lose my license, my firm, and my reputation. I could disappear entirely for even thinking about it.” I didn’t argue. Instead, I opened my bag, pulled out a thick, heavy envelope wrapped in white paper, and slipped it onto the desk in front of him. It landed heavily on the blotter with a solid thud. Mr. Vance looked down at the envelope. He slowly opened one corner. Stack after stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills. A fortune. “It’s not a bribe, Mr. Vance,” I said, resting my hands in my lap. “It’s a consultation f*e. You aren’t divorcing a Blackthorne. You’re saving a woman’s life.”

Thiago kept silent. The clerk lowered his head and processed the divorce. Kira looked at her watch and said, “Please hurry up; I’ve got things to do.” “I see in the materials that you don’t have children. Are there any assets to be divided?” the clerk asked. Kira said, “No.” Thiago was silent. He originally wanted to give her some financial compensation, but she refused. Now she was the heiress of the Hamilton Group. The money he could give seemed more like an insult to her.

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.

“Whether you can be father or not is not the problem. I am an heiress of a billionaire family, and being pregnant with a bodyguard’s child is insanity and disgrace to my identity.” “Is that what you’re worried about? You should be thinking of the child!” “I am not pregnant.” I lied... again and again. “Even if I am, don’t invalidate my reason. I am an heiress and you’re just a nobody. I don’t know where you got the idea of me being pregnant, but unfortunately that is not that case. Why? Are you excited that getting me pregnant can make you part of a billionaire family? Jokes on you, but that will never happen.”

Not Amelia Blackwood. The pieces fit together with the kind of clean, undeniable clarity that made for exactly the sort of story Renata's editors lived for. A woman married into one of the country's most powerful families, divorced within days of her three-year anniversary, only to reemerge as the secret heir to an entirely separate fortune, one that by several conservative estimates exceeded even her ex-husband's. By midnight, the story was written and by two in the morning, it had cleared editorial review. By six, it was live on every major financial news platform in the country, accompanied by the six photographs Renata captured from her car and the old wedding photograph pulled from the

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.

“Isn’t his ex-wife Anya Walter? They are already divorced. Why would his ex-wife stay here to take care of him?” “Who knows?” “I heard that Evan is dating Princess Novlis. I wonder if it is true. Why is he with his ex-wife now?” “Also, same time ago, he had scandal with the daughter of Ship King. Which one of his real girlfriend?” A more mature-looking nurse added, “Isn’t normal for wealthy families to do such a things? Which successful man doesn’t have multiple girlfriends?” “Tsk, there are many good men.” “That’s just because it hadn’t been exposed. Do you think they don’t keep any mistresses?”

"Because you decided to play the tragic hero and destroy my sting operation last night, Victor's assets are seized, but the Baltic trade routes remain uncollateralized. My Grandfather is furious. He has officially declared that I cannot run this company without a partner to satisfy our traditional European investors." She tapped her fingers against the edge of the nearest dossier, the rhythmic click echoing in the quiet office. "The Patriarch has narrowed the list of eligible suitors down to the top five global billionaires," Maeva explained. "Since the banquet was ruined, I am legally required to go on private dates with each of them. I must choose a husband by the end of the month." Kasen

Her brows knitted and she chewed on her bottom lip as she read out loud. “Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye.