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Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย The Outdoor Retreat
ElliotWeekends at Prescott Industries were usually quiet, but I had other plans.โAn outdoor retreat will boost morale,โ I had told Gerald during our morning meeting. โThe teamโs been working hard...they deserve it.โOf course, the retreat wasnโt entirely about team morale. It was also a perfect opportunity to get Susan out of the office and into a setting where she couldnโt easily dismiss me.After sending out the invitations, I made a point to stop by her office. Susan looked up as I knocked lightly on her open door.โGood morning,โ I said, stepping inside.โElliot,โ she replied, her tone cautious but polite.โI assume youโve seen the email about the retreat tomorrow?โโI have,โ she said, leaning back in her chair. โBut I wasnโt planning on attending. Weekends are my time to recharge.โI smiled, undeterred. โYou should come. Itโll be fun. A little fresh air, some games, good food. Bring Meera, too. The more, the merrier.โFor a moment, she studied me, as if trying to decipher my t
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-19Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Chocolate
Susan The next morning, as sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, I found myself still thinking about the boat ride. I sipped on my coffee and stared out at the city skyline, replaying the previous day like a movie reel in my head. Elliotโs laughter, the way he effortlessly steered the conversation to include everyone, his ridiculous attempt at paddlingโthese small moments had a way of weaving themselves into my thoughts. I hated it. But if I was being honest with myself, there was one moment that stood out more than the restโthe way his eyes locked on mine as we stood at the bow of the boat, the city lights shimmering around us. It was fleeting, but something about it feltโฆ different. I shook my head, trying to push the thought aside. โSnap out of it, Susan,โ I muttered under my breath. I wasnโt going to let him win. Not again. But it wasnโt just about winning, was it? He wasnโt playing gamesโnot this time, at least. Elliotโs efforts felt real. Intentional. And that ter
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-20Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Hope
SusanThe day had gone from bad to worse, and it wasnโt even lunchtime yet.First, there was the email from my landlordโa notice about rent going up next month. Then, I had an irate client call, blaming me for a mistake someone else made. And to top it off, I received a message from my mom.Well, not my mom, but from the nursing home she lived in now. Apparently, she wasnโt taking her medication again.I stared at my phone, her caretakerโs words staring back at me:โHi Susan, just a heads-up, your motherโs been refusing her pills this week. She says they make her feel โfunny.โ Weโd appreciate it if you could talk to her about it.โI let out a long breath and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. Why was it always something? Just when I thought Iโd managed to gain some control over my life, something else came along to knock me off balance.Iโd spent so much of my life trying to fix everything, to be the person everyone could rely on. But lately, it felt like the weight of it al
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-23Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Victory
ElliotThe day had dragged on longer than I anticipated, filled with meetings, reports, and the endless balancing act of managing Prescott Industries while keeping my personal agenda running alongside it. By the time the office began to quiet down, most employees had already packed up and left for the weekend.I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head, and glanced at my watch. It was late. As I was about to shut my laptop, my eyes wandered toward the glass wall separating my office from the hallway. Thatโs when I saw herโSusan.She was standing by the elevator, her posture tense, her phone in one hand as she tapped at the screen with an unusual fervor. Her other hand ran through her hair in frustration. Something was off. She wasnโt her usual composed self.Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed my suit jacket and headed out.โHey, Susan,โ I called as I approached her. She startled slightly, as if pulled out of a heavy trance.โOh,โ she said, quickly shoving h
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-25Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Becoming Her Landlord
ElliotThe moment I drove away from Susanโs apartment, I couldnโt shake the tension in my chest. The way she looked at me, as if she were caught between wanting to trust me and wanting to push me away, stayed imprinted in my mind.She was proud...too proud, maybe...but I could respect that. What I couldnโt respect was letting her struggle when I had the power to do something about it.By the time I got back to my penthouse, I already had a plan brewing in my mind. It wasnโt enough to offer her a loan or help her pay the rent; she would never accept that outright. No, I needed to approach this strategically.I loosened my tie as I stepped into my office and dialed Geraldโs number. It was late, but I knew heโd answer. Gerald was dependable that way.โElliot,โ he greeted after the second ring. โIs everything alright?โโDepends on how fast you can get me some information,โ I said, sinking into the chair at my desk.โIโm listening.โI glanced at the notes Iโd scribbled earlier, then contin
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-25Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย New Landlord
SusanMonday morning greeted me with its usual chaos...spilling coffee on my blouse, almost leaving my apartment without my laptop, and, of course, navigating the unbearable Monday morning traffic. By the time I got to the office, I was ready for the day to prove just as frustrating as the start of my morning.But as I settled at my desk and opened my inbox, something unexpected caught my eye: Payslip Notification โ Prescott Industries.Frowning, I clicked on the email, scanning it quickly. My eyes widened as I read the details: Prescott Industries had decided to pay me 50% of my project fee upfront, with the remaining 50% to be paid upon completion of my contract. On top of that, my monthly consulting salary would take effect immediately.I blinked at the screen, half-convinced this had to be some kind of mistake. The contract terms hadnโt mentioned anything like this...if anything, Iโd been bracing myself to scrape by until the contract was fulfilled.Excitement bubbled up despite m
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-26Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย One-night Stand
Elliot I hadnโt meant to overhear the call, but the moment I stepped into Susanโs office, the tension in her voice stopped me in my tracks. She was facing away from the door, her shoulders stiff as she spoke into the phone. โPlease, Rachel, make sure she gets her medication. Iโll figure it out,โ she said, her voice strained but steady. Medication? My curiosity piqued as I leaned slightly closer, still unnoticed. Who was she talking about? Her mom? When she hung up, she slumped into her chair, rubbing her temples. It was a rare sight...Susan Hart looking vulnerable, her usual composure cracking ever so slightly. I knocked softly on the doorframe, making her jump slightly. โHey, Susan.โ Her head snapped up, her expression instantly shifting to something guarded. โHi, Mr Prescott,โ she said, sitting up straighter. โWhat can I do for you?โ I held up the folder Iโd brought as a pretext. โI wanted to go over the finalized budget proposal. Gerald said youโve been leading this.โ She n
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-26Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Hangover
SusanI woke up feeling groggy, my body aching in ways I couldnโt quite explain. The sunlight streaming through the curtains was blinding, and for a moment, I thought I was in my own bed...until I realized there was an arm draped around my waist.Panic shot through me.Whatโฆ?I blinked, turning my head slightly to see whose arm it was. My heart dropped when I saw Elliot, his face peaceful as he slept beside me. His hair was messier than usual, his stubble more prominent in the morning light.Oh, God.Memories from the previous night flooded back in flashes...his lips on mine, his hands on my skin, the way he murmured my name like it was the only word he ever wanted to say.No, no, no.I tried to pull away, moving slowly so as not to wake him, but his grip tightened around my waist. Before I could react, his eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face.โYouโre up already, babe?โ he said, his voice still thick with sleep.I froze.Babe?Did he just call me babe?โWhat d
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-26
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Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย The Morning After
SusanThe warmth of Elliotโs body anchored me in place, his arm draped over my waist like he had no intention of letting me go. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.I blinked against the soft golden light streaming through the curtains, my body still aching in the best way possible from the night before.I should get up.But for once, I didnโt want to move.Not when Elliotโs fingers were lazily tracing patterns along my spine. Not when the scent of him...warm, musky, familiar...wrapped around me like a cocoon.I shifted slightly, but the moment I did, his grip tightened, pulling me back against him.โWhere do you think youโre going?โ His voice was thick with sleep, rasping against my ear.I smiled, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His dark hair was a tousled mess, his jaw dusted with stubble, and his eyes...still heavy with sleep...watched me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.โI need to get up,โ I murmured.โNo, yo
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย The Distance Between Us
ElliotI used to believe I was a patient man. That no matter how chaotic life became, I could handle it with control and precision.But Susan was testing me in ways I never imagined.I sat at the dining table, fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden surface. The clock on the wall mocked meโ11:47 PM.She was late, again.Dinner had gone cold an hour ago, and the bottle of whiskey Iโd sworn I wouldnโt touch was now half-empty.The moment I heard the front door click open, I tensed. Her footsteps slow. Then, the sight of her...exhausted, her hair slightly messy, dressed in a sleek business suit that reminded me just how deep she had buried herself in that damn foundation.She barely glanced my way as she set her purse down, stretching her neck. โYouโre still up?โI let out a slow exhale. โNo, Susan. Iโm sleepwalking.โHer lips pressed together, and I knew Iโd hit a nerve. But I didnโt care.โI had a long day, Elliot.โ She rubbed her temples, sighing. โPlease donโt start.โI pushe
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Us
Susan I barely had time to think before Elliotโs lips crashed into mine.It wasnโt soft. It wasnโt patient.It was raw.Like a man who had been starving for too long. Like someone at their breaking point.I gasped against his mouth, but he didnโt let me pull away. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in as if to remind me exactly who I belonged to.I had pushed him away for weeks.Tonight, he wasnโt letting me run.His lips traveled down my jaw, hot and demanding, his breath ragged against my skin. My knees threatened to buckle when his teeth scraped the sensitive spot just beneath my ear."Tell me you missed me," he growled.I shuddered, clutching his shoulders. "Elliot..."His grip tightened. "Say it."I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. "I missed you."A low curse left his lips before he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my body molded against his as he kicked the door shut behind us.I barely had time to process
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Missing Her
Elliot I woke up alone again.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I ran a hand through my hair, irritation already simmering beneath my skin. This had become a pattern...Susan leaving at dawn before I even got the chance to hold her, to talk to her, to feel like we were still us.I sat up and reached for my phone.No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.With a sigh, I tossed the device onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling.She had promised this wouldn't happen. That her new position at the foundation wouldnโt consume her, that she wouldnโt lose herself in proving a point to my mother.Yet, here I was. Alone. Again.My patience was wearing thin.I climbed out of bed, threw on some sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen, where I found Gerald waiting for me. He was standing by the counter, sipping coffee, his expression unreadable."You look like hell," he noted dryly."Good morning to you too, Gerald," I muttered, grabbing a mug and pouring myself
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Too Busy
ElliotThe first time Susan missed dinner, I let it slide.She texted me last minute, saying she was caught up at work, something about an urgent report she needed to finalize before the morning. I replied with a simple Okay, donโt stay too late.But then it happened again. And again.At first, I told myself she was just adjusting to the new job. She wanted to prove herself, show that she was more than just the CEOโs girlfriend playing charity director. And I admired that about her.But admiration turned into irritation real quick.By the fourth night in a row of her coming home past eleven, barely speaking two words before collapsing in bed, I was done being understanding.Tonight, I didnโt bother preparing dinner. What was the point? I sat in the dimly lit living room, glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the front door like a damn abandoned husband waiting for his wife to return from war.The sound of the key turning in the lock made my jaw clench. The door creaked open, and the
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Falling In Love All Over Again
Susan I took a deep breath as I stepped into the headquarters of the Prescott Foundation. The towering glass doors reflected the morning sun, casting a golden glow over the entrance. This was my new beginning, but not in the way Mrs. Prescott had envisioned.The receptionist, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, looked up at me and stiffened slightly. "Good morning, Ms. Hart," she said, her voice polite but laced with curiosity.It was clear...everyone here knew who I was. Not as Susan Hart, the new employee. But as her. The woman Elliot Prescott was involved with. The one who had seemingly walked into this job with privilege wrapped around her like a designer coat.I straightened my shoulders, let them think what they wanted. I would prove them wrong."I'm here for my first day," I said with a calm smile.Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, but she nodded and picked up her phone. "Mr. Castillo will be with you shortly."I knew of Mr. Castillo..
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Are We Okay?
Susan The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Meeraโs apartment. I blinked awake, the events of last night crashing down like a tidal wave. My head throbbed, not from the wine but from the weight of my choices.I had betrayed Elliotโs trust.And worse...I had done it knowing exactly how much it would hurt him.I turned on my side, expecting Meera to still be asleep, but she was already sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.โMorning, traitor.โ She didnโt even look up as she spoke, but the sarcasm was thick in her tone.I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. โI donโt need the judgment this early.โโWell, too bad,โ she snapped, tossing her phone onto the bed. โElliot called me twice.โThat got my attention. I shot up, my heart beating rapidly. โWhat?โโAnd texted,โ she added, handing me her phone.I hesitated before reading.Elliot Prescott: Where is she?Elliot Prescott: Sheโs not at the penthouse. If sheโs with you, tell
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย A New Chapter
Susan I walked out of Elliotโs office without looking back.I could still hear his voice...sharp, cutting, and desperate...โDonโt do this, Susan.โ But I had to.Because in the end, love wasnโt enough.Not when his mother still saw me as an outsider. Not when the world still whispered about how I wasnโt good enough for Elliot Prescott. Not when, no matter how much I tried to prove myself, I still felt like I was fighting a battle I was destined to lose.And if signing my name on a damn contract was the price for being accepted into his family, for securing a future where his mother wouldnโt look at me like I was nothing, then so be it.I ignored the sting in my chest and walked down the halls of Prescott Enterprises with quiet determination. My heels clicked against the marble floors, my heart pounding with every step toward the woman who had made me feel small for so long.Mrs. Prescott was waiting for me.She sat behind a grand mahogany desk, poised and elegant, a picture of unshaka
Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Another Deal
Susan The message stared back at me like a challenge. Eleanor Prescott requests your presence for lunch. One oโclock. Prescott Tower, 45th floor. I didnโt need to think twice. This wasnโt an invitation...it was a summons. Elliotโs mother had spent years pretending I didnโt exist, treating me like a temporary inconvenience that would eventually disappear. But now, after everything that had happened...the scandal, Elliotโs return, the press conference that rocked the business world...she was suddenly willing to sit down with me? I stepped out of the cab and took a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance of Prescott Tower. The lobby was pristine, with marble floors and golden accents, exuding the kind of wealth that was meant to intimidate people like me. But I wouldnโt be intimidated. The elevator ride to the 45th floor felt both too long and too short. When the doors slid open, I was met with an airy, sunlit dining area. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city
