The Divorced Billionare Heiress Novels & Stories

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.

“I was watching you use that poor girl, making her invest in the company, promising her returns that she never saw. It’s her money that got the company where it is today, and that means it belongs to her. Not so long ago, she invested one billion dollars in it, and if it weren’t for her, all your hard work would’ve been in vain. So the company belongs to her and her children.” “Over my dead body, Grandpa.” I leaned toward him, closing the small gap between us. “I won’t allow you to discredit me for my hard work. Giselle was my wife, and she got her share of the money I had promised her. She was repaid in full for her generosity.” “You repaid her with divorce papers and an abortion appointmen

“After we eloped, I thought you’d go back to your family and beg for your right, but now… you got comfortable living this godforsaken life, and you think I’m cool with it?” Her eyes darted in confusion. Just when she was about to speak, he beats her to it. “When I found out your dad owns the biggest company in California, I was amazed. I wanted to enjoy part of his wealth and that was why I asked you out. Only for you to act stupid and run away from home just to be with me, leaving all your rights behind… Now you are of no use to me, because you got disowned and don’t even have nothing…” Zara’s gasped at his revelation. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.

I drew back, "Isn't this what you've always wanted me to give you?" He shook his head, "I don't need this million and I know you know it. It was obviously just an obstacle to stop you from divorcing me, I didn't know you would get the money so soon. Now that we are divorced, I naturally can't take it anymore. I'm a billionaire, asking you for a break-up f*e is even embarrassing."

“I spent over a billion dollars, you know for a fact that I can't lose money. Transfer the money to me and she's yours. I would divorce her and you can have her.“ Hearing this I spat out the food in my mouth, coughing loudly. My chest hurts, taking a glass of water I gulped it down. The loud gulping was irritating but I couldn't help it. They both turned, glaring at me in anger. I couldn't believe my ears, did I just hear a billion dollars? I patted my chest gently trying to ease the pain. I felt so uncomfortable with the looks they were giving me. “So sorry!” I apologized with difficulty, my voice sounded so hoarse. “How can that be possible? You mean she is with a billion dollars?” The que

"Hailey?" "Exactly." She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs facing me. That was when I saw how angry she was. I read the headline again to be sure I was not hallucinating. "Strange Lady Marries Into The Johnson Family and Carries The Heir of The Billionaire CEO and Multiple Time Award winning Business Man of the Year, Jared Johnson." I raised my eyes to her face. "Keep reading." She urged. I scrolled down to see more headline news about her. "Billionaire CEO Jared Johnson Finally Ties The Nuptial Knot With The Lady Who Accused Him Of Sexually Harassing And Impregnating Her."

Thinking of the miserable end of her last life, she'd rather end it now than wait for that moment. "I said, let's divorce." The next day, news of Debra's extravagant purchase of wasteland swept through major platforms. Debra was the sole heiress to the Frazier family, and ten billion dollars was just a figure for her. However, with her family's businesses operating, she had limited liquid assets. It was not easy for her to raise the money. Debra lay on the bed, rubbing her brows. 'Should I find Juan? No.' He left without a word yesterday when she proposed a divorce.

“Anywhere away from you.” As I walked away, I heard him laughing and calling after me. Fuck him, for real. …. When I got home, I simply crashed on my bed and opened my search engine, searching for that familiar name. Immediately I hit the search button, her name popped up in the second spot. SYDNEY CAMPBELL, BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS OF THE CZ CONGLOMERATE AND CEO OF SYD STYLES. The more I scrolled up, the more I saw her achievements and awards in recent years.

He might be a billionaire, but he was also the man that had struggled, he was also the man that had known pain. And Abigail knew that those two things together, could be an amazing force for good. After all, look at her, look at Lyall. They had suffered, and so, they were willing to endure great personal hardships to stop that same suffering in others. Abigail knew that was Mark's heart, too. Abigail knew he was better than her, than Lyall, than all of them put together. 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.

I heard they got divorced! [What? Divorced? Who would leave a perfect man like Mr. Cross?] [Perfect man? Please. Look at him at the airport—he obviously betrayed her first and is now crying for forgiveness!] [But Mr. Cross is a billionaire. He just made a mistake that all men make. Is his wife really so heartless to completely abandon him?] [Ha! You might want to put up with a cheating husband, but a wealthy heiress doesn't have to. She can definitely find someone better!]