The Divorced Billionare Heiress Novels & Stories

"And what did you say?" "That I'd pass it along," she said. "Which I'm now doing." She put her hands on my shoulders and I let myself lean back into them for just a second. "Are you happy?" she asked. I looked at myself in the mirror. Victoria Hale. Twenty-nine years old. Founder and CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion companies in the world. Owner of her own name, her own story, and every piece of ground she stood on. The daughter of a woman who had survived things that should have destroyed her. And in about forty minutes, about to walk down an aisle in Paris toward a man who had chosen her on purpose, every single day, through every version of who she was still becoming.

If Jacob failed to please her, she would withhold his meals. He lived an absolutely miserable life. One day, the heiress' first love returned to the country. She brought him into their home and humiliated Jacob in front of him every day. In his grief and anger, Jacob asked for a divorce, but the heiress refused to let him go. She produced the prenup he had signed and said, "You can leave, but you'll have to pay me 100 million dollars as compensation for my emotional distress." Meanwhile, Quinn Burnett, the housekeeper's daughter I married, was demure and generous. She ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.

The horrible thing was, her frantic reply had already proved him right before she could consider that he was bluffing. “Is that the real question here?” He replied, a hint of delight hid in his tone. The real question was, what would she have after the divorce? And the plain answer was, Nothing. Levi Connard was a detestable man with a silver-tongue. At every event, every party, every gala, regardless of how much work she’d put into raising that name to where it stood, no one ever recognised her. Everyone praised him, hailed him and stood behind him. There was no doubt that he had already prepared [people and resources] for this exact moment. He had always been smarter than her where it matt

“What- how did you see this, John?” Quickly, I abandoned his phone. Taking up mine, seeing that now I had a lot more notifications that before. “The hell?” The words left my lips, my mind blank, eyebrows furrowed as I tapped each and every notification. Seeing they all led to the same spot. The same type of news. “Billionaire Heiress is now in fashion!” “Beckett Heiress is into fashion.” “Eliot Beckett’s wife emerges top 10 in a community runway!”

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.

She would oust everyone that got in her way before she finally took over MEL-CO and became a billionaire heiress. She awaited the day her name would be blaring in the headlines of each media house and press. ‘Ivy Meyer takes over the MEL-CO conglomerate and becomes the newest billionaire heiress.’ The one feat that Zoe had achieved effortlessly. She would make sure to do so, too. Oh, and do so while drinking a glass of whiskey on Zoe Oliver’s grave. But her father was missing! The man she had gone through hoops and troops to find out where he had been locked up had suddenly disappeared, thwarting her plans.

"I was not aware it's already out in the market. I just had a photoshoot with it" "The Fuentebella heiress has great taste in jewelry" "Immensely wealthy too. Only a few could wear top-of-the-line Wright jewelry" "She is chic and stunning. I wonder why her husband divorced her" "She was divorced?" "Yes, she is. I heard it from some of the locals here" Abigail could hear the murmurs in front despite the noise of the crowd. If there's one thing that keeps on surprising her it's the fact that people are greatly interested in the Wright family.

Wherever she went, the lights followed, she just walked straight to the stands. Everyone looked at her in surprise, some even recognized who she was. "She's the woman who argued with Laura from Greer's house last time in front of reporters." "Wow, she's so beautiful, no wonder she dares to face Greer's house. It turns out she's also a female billionaire." "A while ago there was a rumor that she was a rich woman abandoned by her husband. It seems the rumors were false. Why is a female billionaire afraid of divorce?" "What? I just know that this beautiful girl from before danced the Lover dance extremely beautifully. I volunteered to kneel here and beg her to debut."

Joshua frowned at Emily. Emily didn’t let herself be bothered by Joshua’s frowned. Joshua walked up to Emily and said, “How could you?” “Humph,” scoffed Emily. “Just because your rich and famous doesn’t mean that you could just trample on others.” "Dear husband, I'm the billionaire, I'm the fortune heiress you divorce. You can't touch me." Emily looked at him with firmness. “You got eliminated, fair and square," said Megan. Emily raised her right eyebrows at her.

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"