The Divorced Billionare Heiress Novels & Stories

“Young? Isn’t he already thirty-something?” “Come on. We thought he was gonna be an ugly, old man! Wait, I wanna get a better look at his face. Let’s G****e him.” Right after she finished her words, she took out her phone to execute her plan. “He’s thirty-five! And…assets appraisal…6 billion dollars! And wait… Wikipedia says he got divorced five years ago!” “He’s divorced?” Scarlett paused as she was taking her clothes off and getting ready to hop into the shower.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

When they were alone again, he leaned back in his chair and studied her with those assessing gray eyes. "So," he said finally. "CEO. How does it feel?" "Like I earned it." Her voice was sharp, defensive. "I don't doubt that." He paused. "But you have to admit, the timing was interesting. Father announces your divorce, and two weeks later you're running the company." "The divorce had nothing to do with my promotion." "Didn't it?" Lucien's tone remained mild, conversational. "Nine years of marriage to Rowan Adair. Contract fulfilled. Debt paid. And suddenly you're free and in charge of the family empire. No more obligations to a husband who barely knew you existed."

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

’ No wonder those internet detectives exhausted all their energy and still could not find out the person behind this account handle. Nicole used $800 million to buy out the entire live stream session so that the live streamer could shop for her remotely in Europe. While everyone was busy berating her, she had quietly assumed her identity as the billionaire heiress!

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!

' 'Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat' ‘The fall from grace’ ‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce. ‘The fall of the great.’ I held my breath as I clicked on the first article. > ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’ > After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

“She was never worthy of becoming a Blackwood.” “No.” I looked out the security office window. “She was too good for us.” The line went silent. For once, my sister had nothing to say. I ended the call. Damien’s phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at the screen before looking at me. “You’re going to want to see this.” He handed me the tablet. Every major news outlet had the same headline. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DIVORCES WIFE FOR HER COUSIN. Photos from the gala covered every page.