Divorced by the CEO, Crowned as the Billionaire Heiress

I helped Fred Delgado build his empire from nothing to a hundred billion. My reward, at his celebration gala, was a set of divorce papers.

"Bianca is carrying my child. I won't have my firstborn labeled a bastard."

He pushed the documents in front of me, voice flat, not a shred of warmth.

"You keep the seaside villa. A million a month for living expenses. Keep your mouth shut, and as far as the rest of the world knows, you're still his wife."

I scoffed and tore the pages to shreds.

"So you've got the status and the money sorted out perfectly. Good for you."