The Divorced Billionare Heiress Novels & Stories

i said coldly. Debbie rolled her eyes. "You still still haven't answered Becky's question. Where did you steal the money to buy that dress?" I stayed silent. I could have easily shut them all up by revealing the truth. That I wasn't some abandoned woman crawling back into high society. That I was Giselle Von Howard, the heiress to one of the richest empire in the world. But I wasn't about to waste my breath on people who had already made up their minds about me. Patrick scoffed his voice dropping into something almost bitter. "So this is why you accepted the divorce? Because you wanted to some rich guy? Because you wanted to get back at me?. I stared at him. Unbelievable.

She paced slowly in front of me, eyes gleaming with pure enjoyment as if she was savoring every moment of my discomfort. “You’ve always gotten any man you wanted. For ten years straight,” she continued. “At eighteen, you made the Duke of Edinburgh divorce his wife, split his fortune in half, and then you dumped him like trash and moved on to the prince of Dubai.” I let a small, real smile slip out as the memories flashed. The memories were sweet. “Good old days,” I said softly. “Of course!” She laughed louder, stopping right in front of me. “But now you’re twenty-eight. Not as young. Not as fresh. Billionaires aren’t dying for you anymore. So you cling to that old glory like it’s oxygen.”

“She’s a stranger you forced me to share a bed with. And for what? To give you a grandson you could parade around as the next successor? You used both of us, Grandma. And I’m done with it.” Grandma’s cane thudded once on the floor. “Even if you divorce her, Everett, where do you expect her to go? She’ll be ruined socially. You think a divorced wife of a billionaire will be welcomed anywhere? She’ll be eaten alive.” “That’s not my problem!” Everett laughed and I heard the shuffle of feet as he stood up. “It is your problem,” Grandma countered. Then, after a pause, she added. “Then I’ll arrange it. She’ll go abroad to start a new life, away from all this. That way you’ll never have to see her

“I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!” Mother walked over, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she gently patted my back. I could see it in her eyes—she was proud of my stance. And frankly, her earlier question didn’t even matter anymore. There’s no freaking way I’m signing those divorce papers. No way in hell I’ll give Alexa a dime of what I’ve built.

"Did that woman bully you? She did, didn't she, that's why she thought she could get away with treating you like that!" "I don't think she even recognized me," I snort, shaking my head. "I wasn't exactly wearing million dollar jewelry or gowns during the time I was married to George." "Well you should've," he insists, upset on my behalf. "I'll throw her and anyone who came with her out. No one treats you like that. I'll sue them for more than a fifty million necklace." "No, it's all right dad, I can take care of her. I'm no longer just her brother's housewife. I'm a Reina."

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

"But tomorrow a personal shopper will come to help you select a proper wardrobe." "That is too much," Ava protested immediately "I can find something" "Nonsense," the housekeeper said with a warm smile. "You're a Cardwell. This is exactly what you deserve." Left alone in the suite, Ava sank onto the edge of the bed, trying to process the whirlwind of the day. From serving divorce papers to arriving at a mansion as the long-lost granddaughter of one of the country's wealthiest men, it felt like the plot of a fairy tale or a soap opera, not her actual life.

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

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

she replied. Damien's eyes almost popped out of their sockets on hearing what she just said. "You owe him two hundred billion?" he repeated, just to be sure, and Isla nodded, confirming her words. "It's a long story," an almost quiet laugh escaped her lips. "But until I have two hundred billion to pay him back, I'm stuck with him," she shrugged, defeat settling into her shoulders. There was no way in hell she could raise two hundred billion dollars, and it was unfortunate because that was the only way she could legally divorce and cut all ties with him.