The Divorced Billionaire Novels & Stories

he sounded sad, but I loved him—surely not more than Jade but just enough. “Why don’t you divorce her then? You're a billionaire; I’m sure you can get any pretty woman you want.” “Are you crazy?!” He raised his voice, “How can I divorce my wife? Why would I even do that?” “I’m so sorry, sir; I just thought since she’s complicated—”

I was perfect. I’d researched Jonathan Hart obsessively. He was a fifty four year old self-made billionaire. He had Hart Global into a monster after inheriting a modest investment firm. I already knew he was a divorcee. Daniel wouldn’t shut up about his mom and how she and his father were suddenly estranged before her demise.

I shrugged, choosing my words with care. ‘No, not about the boss per se. He is brilliant. And reliable. And let’s be honest, he’s ridiculously easy on the eyes. But personally, I wouldn’t date a billionaire. Not after…’ I trailed off, but both Kai and Roy knew I was talking about Cary. The spectacular drama of my divorce was common knowledge. ‘Boss is different,’ Kai argued. ‘He’s not like, you know, the others.’

Putting up with the cramped conditions is the small price I have to pay to feel the familiarity of a good friend. A divorce is never easy when you’re divorcing a billionaire. Things tend to take longer than a normal couple’s divorce. It all made my head spin when we were going through the process. Managing my single life, staying knowledgeable in my small company’s finances and trying to be a good friend to Talon was enough to make anyone’s head ache.

“ Stop lying to yourself. I bet that is why you are going through with the divorce. After, what can I possibly give you or add to your life?” “ Is this coming from Micheal Don Salvatore El’s granddaughter? You mean the chosen heir to a billion dollar company is nothing in your eyes? Nicki…” “ Newsflash, the billionaire isn't taking my calls anymore. Maybe he will reach out when we are finally divorced.” She explained, grabbed her phone and bolted before I could say another word. Unable to stay in my office, I drove straight to the headquarters and met a dazed Melissa in the elevator. I stepped in and waved briefly at her. She gave me a light bow without tearing her gaze off me.

Just this money alone was enough for her to buy a dozen private islands. Nicole took a cursory glance at the funds, stocks, real estate, and bank balances. She felt a little dazzled. A thought suddenly flashed in her mind. If they got divorced, she would get a good share of the money. She was the one who would get the better end of the deal! Nicole slowly looked up at him and felt a little nervous. “Why are you showing me this?” Clayton smiled and said, “Babe, I’m very rich and won’t go bankrupt for a while. So, don’t worry about my fortune and just swipe my card!”

“Well, thank you Mr. and Mrs. Hargrave for joining us. That concludes our segment. We wish you the best.” As the lights dimmed and the cameras stopped rolling, we walked off the set, and I noticed Jessica Hargrave speaking rapidly into her phone, with a tensed faced. At that moment the realization hit me than ever before. I wasn't just married to a billionaire. I was married to a brand, and this brand would soon bleed me to death. Once we got to his sports car, I pulled away from him. "You didn’t defend me," I said, barely above a whisper.

How he had approached me eleven months before her divorce—before any of the worst of it, before she had any idea what Trent was really doing. At the time, I was in serious trouble. I had put money into a business that failed badly. I had a debt I never told Victoria about because I was too ashamed to admit how bad it had gotten. And my brother had borrowed money from people who weren't the kind to be patient about getting it back and they’d shown up making threats.

“Ah, but let me see, I recognize your face. You’re that rich cunt aren’t you that was married to the billionaire hotel man, Xander Staniopolis. You will be worth more to me than the cash in your purse.” “It’s not like that, he and I are divorced now.” His grip is so tight around my arm that it feels as if he is digging into the bone now as he drags me down an alley. It stinks, there are nothing but large garbage bins lined on either side, old cardboard boxes lay strewn around. It makes me shudder. “You would have had a pay out from the divorce, a settlement. You can’t fool me.” He uses his other hand and whips out his mobile from his jean pocket. It looks like he is scrolling and taking a p

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”