The Billionaire Regret: Winning His Ex Wife Back

Chapter Two.Marie fished out her cell phone,calling the first person that comes to mind, her private jet operator.“Miss Marie, it is such a pleasant surprise hearing from you, is there something I can help you with?” The male voice came from the opposite side of the cell.“Roger?” she sniffed, alerting the older man.“Marie, what is the problem?” Roger had always taken Marie like she was his own, hearing her break down over the phone makes him want to kill someone, and it wouldn’t be hard for someone of his past. “You only need to give me a name.” he demanded.“No Roger, I just need you to prepare the jet, we’re going home.” She couldn’t contain her tears anymore.“Say no more.” And home, they went.Marie burst through the front door of her parent's mansion, mascara streaking down her cheeks. Her private pilot lugged in her Louis Vuitton suitcases behind her. "Mom! Dad!" Marie cried out. Her mother came rushing into the foyer, immediately embracing Marie in a tight hug. "What's wr

Chapter 4"Thanks everyone, I'm happy you all could make time to come," Maria said, her voice delicate, as she bowed slightly, her slender figure dipping forward.As she stepped off the stage, she made her way through the crowd, greeting people with a warm smile, deliberately ignoring Alejandro, who's been desperately trying to get her attention.Jessica made her way over to Alejandro, her expression curious. "Did you know she's the daughter of a wealthy family?" she asked, her voice low.Alejandro raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know, is there a problem with that?" he demanded, his tone defensive.Jessica hesitated. "No, I was just thinking she's not a good person to have on your bad side," she said, her eyes darting towards Maria.Alejandro chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess you should watch your mouth. She might have a reason for everything," he said, his voice laced with amusement, as he defended Maria.Jessica's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical, but she sai

Chapter 6Waves of anger and frustration washed over Maria as she spoke to her father over the phone. "Dad, when did you become like this? How did you expect me to work with him?" she asked, trying to calm herself down, but her voice still trembled with emotion.Her father's response was dismissive and uncaring, his words dripping with condescension. "There's nothing I can do about it, daughter. Things have changed, and moreover, I think you should have moved past this. Five years already. You're supposed to have gotten over him." His tone was like a slap in the face, leaving Maria feeling stunned and hurt.Without warning, her father abruptly ended the call, leaving Maria seething with anger and resentment. She slammed her fist onto the table, making the objects on it rattle and shake. Her PA, Tiana, rushed into the room, concern etched on her face."Are you okay, ma?" Tiana demanded, eyeing Maria with a mixture of worry and curiosity. Maria's face was red, her eyes blazing with fury

His eyes, a deep, piercing brown, seemed to hold a hint of reassessment, as if reevaluating the dynamics at play. The polite smile that followed was a calculated attempt to diffuse the tension, to redirect the conversation onto safer ground.Marie's slender figure leaned into the warmth of his chest, seeking comfort in the midst of uncertainty. The grand dining hall buzzed with hushed conversations and the soft clinking of fine china, yet the main dinner had not commenced. She couldn't help but wonder who they were waiting for.A pang of guilt stirred within her. She should be at home, enveloped in the warmth of her cozy apartment, cheering up her darling son and bonding with him over a homemade meal. Instead, she had reluctantly sent Tiana, violating the company's strict policy.As the silence stretched, Marie's gaze drifted upward, meeting his piercing eyes. "We don't want to keep you," she replied curtly, her voice barely above a whisper.He nodded graciously, his expression unread

Marie sank into the plush couch, her exhaustion evident in her slumped posture.Her mother, Mrs. Levefre, settled into the armchair opposite her, a hint of curiosity in her voice."So, how was the dinner?"Marie closed her eyes, collecting her thoughts before responding."It was fine, Mom. Just a normal dinner conversation," she replied, deliberately downplaying the evening's events.Mrs. Levefre's eyes narrowed, sensing the omission."Just fine? That's all? You know I saw Xavier's car outside. He's still got feelings for you, Marie."Marie opened her eyes, a warning glance directed at her mother."Mom, please. Let's not rehash this again. I've made my feelings clear."Mrs. Levefre's expression softened, concern etched on her face."I just want what's best for you and your son, Marie. You deserve someone who can provide stability and security."Marie's gaze drifted to her son, engrossed in his toys."That's what I'm trying to give him, Mom – a better life. My work may not be ideal, bu