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Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย This Wasn't Over
ElliotThe drive back to her place was quiet, but it wasnโt the kind of silence that suffocated. It was charged, alive, humming with the weight of everything unsaid. Every glance I stole at her told me she was fighting something. I wanted to reach out, brush my fingers against hers, just to feel that electric connection we used to share. But I didnโt. Not yet.We pulled up in front of her apartment, the streetlights casting a warm glow over her as she reached for the door handle. She hadnโt said much since dinner, and I didnโt push her to talk. This wasnโt about rushing things.โThank you for dinner,โ she said flatly, her tone cool, distant. She didnโt even look at me as she opened the door.โSusan...โBut before I could get another word out, she was already stepping out, closing the door behind her without sparing me a glance. No goodnight. No lingering hesitation. Just a quick, determined retreat. She disappeared into her building like she couldnโt get away from me fast enough.I st
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-17Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Appointment Letter
Susan The next morning, I stepped into Prescott Industries with a cup of coffee in hand and a determined mindset. After last nightโs dinner with Elliot, I had vowed to draw clear boundaries between us. Whatever his intentions were, I wasnโt going to let my emotions cloud my professional judgment. As I walked into my temporary office, I froze in my tracks. Sitting neatly on my desk was a sealed envelope with the Prescott Industries logo embossed on the front. My name was written in bold letters on the front. I set my coffee down and picked up the envelope, curiosity prickling at the back of my neck. Was it another one of Elliotโs surprises? A note, perhaps, or another dinner invitation? Tearing the envelope open, I pulled out the letter inside and began reading. It was an official document...an appointment letter. ** Dear Ms. Susan Hart, We are pleased to inform you that you have been offered a permanent position as Marketing Manager at Prescott Industries. This appointmen
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-17Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย The Plan
Elliot Back in my office, the faint hum of the city outside was my only company. I closed the door behind me, took a seat at my desk, and flipped open my leather-bound notebook. Today wasnโt just another day...it marked the beginning of what Iโd silently christened Operation Win Susan Back. The plan needed precision, subtlety, and patience. Susan wasnโt someone I could just woo with flowers and grand gestures...not anymore. No, this had to be strategic. I grabbed a pen, rolling it between my fingers, and started mapping out my approach. Day 1โ7: Rebuilding Trust Step one was obvious: I needed to break through her defenses. She didnโt trust me...not after everything that had happened. And who could blame her? I left. I abandoned her when she needed me most. If I wanted her to believe in me again, Iโd have to show her that I was no longer that impulsive, selfish boy. Plan: Subtle acts of kindness, professional support, and being present. No pressure, no pushing...just showin
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-18Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Determination
ElliotI stared at the folded page tucked neatly into my drawer, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. Thirty days. Thatโs all I needed to get Susan to see me in a new light. Scratch that...see me for what Iโve always been: hers.The plan was ambitious, yes, but I thrived on ambition. It was the same drive that had built Prescott Industries into what it was today, the same drive that would now bring Susan back to me. The knock at my door was brisk, efficient...quintessential Gerald. I closed my notebook and straightened up, slipping into the unshakable air of the CEO everyone expected me to be. โCome in,โ I called. Gerald entered, holding a clipboard, his usual composed expression firmly in place. If there was one thing I could rely on, it was Geraldโs ability to keep everything professional to the point of predictability. โMorning, Mr. Prescott,โ he began. โI wanted to give you an update on Susan Hartโs appointment. I just came from a meeting with her.โ I kept my expression
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-18Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Rebuilding Trust
Elliot The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, painting everything in a golden hue. My desk was immaculate except for one item: the coffee cup Iโd personally picked up on my way to work. It wasnโt just any coffee; it was her favorite...a hazelnut latte, no sugar, extra foam. I glanced at my watch. It was just after 8 a.m., and I knew Susan would be arriving soon. She always came in early, as though beating the clock gave her some edge over the day. It was one of the many things I admired about her. The thought of her reaction made my pulse quicken. This wasnโt just a coffee delivery...it was the first step in breaking through her walls. Small, thoughtful, unassuming. I wasnโt trying to overwhelm her, just remind her that I was paying attention. Grabbing the cup, I made my way to her office. Her door was slightly ajar, and I could hear the faint clatter of her keyboard as she settled in. I knocked softly. โCome in,โ her voice called, s
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-18Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย The Second Step
Elliot Day two of the plan, and I was already restless. Patience was never my strong suit, but if I wanted Susan to trust me again, I had to play the long game. Yesterdayโs coffee delivery had gone better than expected. She didnโt outright refuse it, and that was a win in my book. Today, I had something more subtle in mind. I sat in my office, going over the agenda for the day. Meetings, reports, the usual chaos. But my focus kept drifting to the fact that Susanโs office was just a few doors down from mine. Every now and then, I found myself glancing at my watch, calculating the best time to make my next move. โMr. Prescott,โ Geraldโs voice came through the intercom, snapping me out of my thoughts. โThe proposal for the new campaign has been finalized. Should I send it to Ms. Hart for review?โ I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the desk. This was perfect...an opportunity to involve Susan in a high-profile project, one that would not only highlight her s
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-18Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Small Victories
Elliot The moment I stepped out of Susanโs office, I couldnโt help the faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. It was subtle, but I saw it. That flicker of emotion in her eyes. The way she hesitated before thanking me. The crack, small as it was, in the wall sheโd built so carefully around herself.This wasnโt going to be easy...getting through to Susan never was. But today felt like a win, however small.Walking back to my office, I replayed our interaction in my head. The way she looked at me, guarded yet attentive. The slight shift in her tone when I told her I believed in her. It wasnโt much, but it was enough to tell me that I was getting under her skin.And that was the plan, wasnโt it? To remind her of the man I could be...the man I was trying to be now. The man who wouldnโt walk away this time.As I sat at my desk, I let out a long breath, leaning back in my chair. Susan was no fool; I knew that much. Sheโd see through any obvious attempts to win her over, which meant
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-18Falling For My Billionaire Ex ย ย ย Calculated Moves
Elliot Iโd barely stepped into my office when Gerald appeared in the doorway, a stack of files in his hands and a look that told me my schedule for the day was about to be anything but pleasant. โMorning, sir,โ he began, placing the files on my desk. โYour nine oโclock with the board is confirmed, the budget meeting is at eleven, and lunch is with Mr. Vaughn to finalize the partnership terms.โ I nodded. โAnd Ms. Hartโs integration into the marketing team is proceeding smoothly,โ Gerald added, pulling me back to the conversation. My eyes flicked to him. โAny concerns?โ โNone so far. Sheโs efficient, confident. Iโd say sheโs exceeding expectations already.โ A hint of pride swelled in my chest, but I kept my expression neutral. โGood,โ I said casually. โKeep me updated.โ The truth was, I didnโt need Gerald to tell me how Susan was doing. Iโd already checked in with her team lead, glanced at her initial reports, and overheard more than one colleague singing her praises. Su
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-01-18
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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
