The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

He was too perplexed to say anything however when everyone had gone he went to the living room and found Monica busy on her phone "Yeah yeah…it turns out the pauper is a princess… as a fairytale"Monica said with a sarcastic smile knowing full well the girl he called worthlessly was made out of gold Vivienne didn't understand what was happening here. She was the heiress to everything Frank lewis owned. As their biological daughter, Vivie was an instant Billionaire. How funny "Can you imagine…she's like the same level as…my brother," Kyan mumbled, smiling at himself. This was huge for everyone to digest. Vivienne being a Lewis was something big

Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, streaking the glass like tears. Sophia Chen stood perfectly still in the center of the marble foyer, her silk dress clinging to her skin where water had splashed up from the storm drain below. She’d walked through the downpour without an umbrella – let it soak through every layer of her carefully constructed life. The papers on the mahogany desk in front of her were crisp, white, and final. Divorce Agreement. Four words that split her world in two.

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.

“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

Maybe, my mother would still be alive. She was left with nothing when she married my father. But still, she built a fortune in the next five years. And when my grandpa died, he left his years of hard work for her which made her a billionaire. I think my father knew what was going to happen. And he waited for the right time. Right time to take the money, business, and her life. But she flipped his world when she left everything for me. His perfect plan was ruined but our lives... I want to ask him why he betrayed us. Was there something concerning from which he couldn't move past, or was it simply just his choice?

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

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."

“You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?” “Like my whole family, I believed she possesses nothing,” he said, his fingers curling tightly around the wooden armrests. “But you were wrong.” Darkness danced along my grin. “Was that the reason for your divorce?” His trembling hand moved to his collar and loosened his tie. “I-I beg your pardon?” I leaned farther on my desk, feeling the anger slowly coiling inside me. “Did you divorce her because she was poor? Because she had nothing? Because she wasn't good enough?”