The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Series Novels & Stories

I know the drill who wouldn’t by now. Anxiety you would think should be present since I am about to go back home and confront Isaac. Yet it doesn’t. I am ready for this. Perhaps I should have done it before, after I was announced heiress. Although since I had just come out of the back end of the disastrous marriage to Xander, I wasn’t thinking straight and all I wanted was to be rich in my own right. Yes, Xander had been paying me every time I donated, but it wasn’t enough for the lifestyle I wanted and craved so badly. Now I think back to how I was after the divorce and realize that in fact I have come a very long way.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.

“Whatever.” “I contacted the gym instructor and have his flight and everything booked. He will be in California two days from now.” He informed, dragging down his tie for enough breathing space. Zara placed her hands on her laps and a light gasp escaped her lips when she thought of something. “Do you think he wants a divorce because of how ugly and fat I’ve grown? What if he said all that just to push me away? What if he didn’t get married to me because of my family’s wealth. What if he accepts me back into his life after I’m back in shape?” She bombarded him with questions.

My head stutters for a moment, and my eyes take in more light than I anticipated; everything stops as my thoughts catch up. The guy I had slapped and made out with last night was none other than the billionaire heir I was supposed to interview. I suddenly remembered his last statement to me on the night we had sex at the hotel which was; "Let's just say that I'm not your average guy." Truly, he isn't an average guy, but a fucking rich billionaire heir!

I was in my office that morning, reviewing the Q3 projections for Cross Industries when my legal advisor, Marcus, knocked once and let himself in. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said, sliding a manila envelope across my desk. I raised a brow. “If it’s another acquisition rumor…” “Not a rumor,” he said quickly. “A petition.” Then he paused, “A divorce petition.” That caught my attention because what the hell is my business with a divorce? I opened the file and scanned the details quickly, my brows furrowed in concentration. Sophia Hale Cross. Something about the name stood out to me.

AURORA I sighed, and looked at the video of my twin sister, sitting on a dirty bed in a place that looks like an abandoned wine cellar. “So this is the way to get your health huh?” I asked, taking my eyes off the tablet, looking at Phillip. “My sister doesn't have anything to do with this,” I said and Philip laughed. “Of course she does,” Spencer said. “Your mother already had her will drawn out and she handed it over to her executor. Her empire was divided into two, Clinton Empire which she named after your father and billion dollar Beauty House,” Philip said and my eyes widened.

Being born into a wealthy family and the only child of her parents, Alicia has so many responsibilities on her, and also, her life has been planned before she grew up. She was supposed to get married at the age of twenty-one, at most, so she could take over the family business. However, she failed as her first boyfriend whom she was supposed to get married to eight years ago, dumped her on their wedding day, after he stole ten million dollars from her. Ever since, she has developed this hatred for men and never thought of getting married again. Although she still has some male friends, but getting involved with any man is just what she doesn't want. Her parents have kept up with her decision

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.

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.

Well, good riddance because damn! There was no way her and her husband dearest were going to escape what I had for them. She had some nerve. Coming into my home, almost ruining things for Scarlett and I, all for a few millions, while she was still married to the fucker I made swear I would never set my eyes on him again. Yeah, they asked for every bit of what I was going to serve to them on a gold dish. With these, I couldn't help but wonder what then was in the second envelope, the brown one.