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Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 51: Mother in Law .“W-Why did you post this?” Isabella asks after a few seconds of staring at Alan’s phone with wide eyes.Because it will give him a shit ton of followers? Duh. “Because I have hundreds of hateful comments from people asking me what I’m thinking about my uncle dating a girl younger than me,” Harley explains. “By posting this, they’ll see that I already knew and that I’m okay with it. They will see that I don’t mind you and uncle dating even though we are exes”. “But… that caption makes it sound like I don’t care about the hate.”“That’s the point. You need to show them that their comments don’t get to you or they’ll never stop,” Alan says, knowing well enough that this photo will probably only increase the hate. It's not exactly a flattering angle for Isabella, and the side-by-side comparison with Alan compared to Isabella and Archibald makes it even more painfully obvious how young she is. “N-No, I– Please delete it

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 52: electric, sacred, and so tender . “I’m Jake.” He said, extending a hand. “Aileen,” She replied, shaking it, smiling warmly despite the weather. Trying desperately to remember how to make conversation with somebody and failing, he felt his mouth begin to speak before his brain could think, “You’re pretty. I like your dress.” She looked even better in his coat. Aileen’s perfect lips curled up into an embarrassed smile, “Really? Oh, thank you. Bad decision though. Again, thanks for the coat.” Jake nodded and they looked up at the hiding moon together. “You from here?” She asked. Her perfume was floral, he could smell it. “Yeah, no. I only school here. Most weekends, I go back to the capital.” He was slipping, words slurring. “That’s nice, I just came for sight seeing, been bored at home and realized I had a small house here. Thank goodness I had friends from high school to meet with, they were the ones who invited me he

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 55: Coincidences .At 12:45 Am, He found himself lying in Aileen’s queen size bed, in her floral sheets wearing a shirt from some music festival that was two times too big for her. He was almost certain that she’d tell him to sleep on the couch, but no. She insisted that they lay together, insisted that he shouldn’t go home but rather that he should spend the night and stay for breakfast in the morning. ‘It’d be rude of me if I just told you to go after all this. I like you. I want you to stay.’ She had said as Jake lathered conditioner in her hair. ‘You’re kind.’ And tears almost welled in his eyes because nobody had complimented him like this before or made him feel as special. He felt pathetic. But she didn’t seem to mind that he wasn’t at all good at talking dirty, or that she had to do most of the work. She favored gentleness. “The weather is changing” Aileen’s voice echoed through her bedroom, standing and looking out the windo

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 57: Morning wishes .Chantelle stirred from her sleep, her phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. With a groggy sigh, she reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It was far too early for this.Who was the elf trying to disturb her beauty sleep? She groaned as the call ended and then a text came in seconds after. Lea was the one calling her? It must be very important! "Chantelle, check outside your window," her friend's text read urgently.Confused, Chantelle rubbed her eyes and walked over to the window. What she saw made her heart sink. A swarm of paparazzi, cameras flashing and reporters shouting questions. She blinked, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding outside her normally quiet home.What was happening? Chantelle reached for her phone again and decided to go online. Maybe she could find out what was going on. Damn it! Why didn’t she answer lea’s calls! Her friend could have explained everything to he

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 59: Bonding .Alan isn’t sure he heard right. “He what?”“Isabella is staying the night with us. Until we figure everything out.” Archibald repeats before addressing his driver. “Thanks for helping out. Sorry for bothering you on a Saturday evening.”“Anytime. If you need anything else, just give me a call. Take care, Bella.” When the driver smiles at her encouragingly, Isabella thanks him with a tearful voice. Her eyes are puffy, probably from crying. “Can someone please explain what happened?” Alan demands as soon as the driver has left.“Some asshole ordered three-hundred-dollars worth of meals to Dara’s address,” Archibald says, pulling a sniffling Isabella into his arms. “And it caused a ruckus because they wanted payment and called the paparazzis to bombard the place as well.” “So? I-I mean...” Alan gulps when Archibald stares at him, “They don’t have to pay anything if they didn’t order it.”With a sigh, Archibald asked Isabella