All Chapters of I LEFT MY EX HUSBAND AND MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~RILEY’S POV~The sight of Elena at my doorstep last night raised a sense of insecurity, like she was here to take away or destroy what I carefully built. Alex was the only ticket I had to a life filled with wealth, luxury and every good thing that comes with it. And this child in my womb is the only reason I'm tied to the fox family. I feared that having Elena around Alex could ruin my chance at having a good life.So, instead of Elena destroying my life and plans, I'd rather destroy her first. Like my mother would always say, ‘The best form of defense is to attack.' I sort of way to completely sabotage and cut off every tie she has with Alex. I knew the best way to accomplish that was to make her a threat to the one thing Alex loved most, which was his unborn child. I guess my plan worked.I lay on my hospital bed, deeply immersed in thoughts, when I got knocked out of my imagination by the creaking sound of the door hinges. I tilt my head slowly towards the entrance. My mother, Ton

~ELENA’S POV~I mused, reflecting on my past with Alex. Even though Max was sponsoring the whole business idea financially. I didn't want what happened between me and Alex to repeat itself. “That's a brilliant idea,” I complimented. “I understand you're financing this business yourself, but to be honest with you, Max, I'm scared.”“What? Why are you scared, Elena?” Max's brows narrowed, his voice softened. “I want the best for you, so what's there to be scared of?”“I feel like I'm going down the same path with you, like I did with Alex.” I grimaced, “That path didn't favour me. It brought me sorrow and pain.”Max grabbed both of my hands in his, as he professed, “Elena, I understand you just came out of a toxic and traumatic marriage. And for that reason, you're finding it difficult to trust men around you. But I want to assure you that not all men are the same, either way, I'm going to prove that to you, but you have to give me the chance to.”“Fine, I'm not trying to be greedy or

~ALEX’S POV~I sat behind my mahogany desk, the clock on the wall says Eleven O’clock. The floor-to-ceiling window in my office offered a sweeping view of the city skyline. Each time I look through the windows, embracing the ravishing view from my office, I remember the empire I built with determination and hard work. But today, it felt different as the burden in my heart grew stronger at every passing moment. I've had multiple phone calls since morning, my inbox has been flooded with so many complaints, follow-up emails and cancelled appointments.I heard a knock at the door. My assistant, John, walked in hesitantly, holding a file to his chest. Normally, John was usually composed, but today, his face carried unease–like something bad had happened.“Sir, there is something important we need to talk about, if you don't mind,” John spoke in a mild tone.I leaned back into my chair as I rubbed my temples. “What is it, John? Please make it quick. I've had enough interruptions today.”John

~ELENA’S POV~Smithsonian Craft2wear Show: [Dear Elena, on behalf of the Smithsonian Women's committee, it is our great pleasure to extend a formal invitation to participate as an exhibitor at the upcoming Smithsonian Craft2wear Show, to be held at the Smithsonian Arts+ Industries Building.]I stared at the invitation letter in my email, I couldn't believe my eyes. My hands began to tremble, my heartbeat raced faster, and tears filled my eyes before I read the letter again.I had devoted so much of my time and energy to my jewelry designs, like my very heartbeat flowed through every sketch and every delicate stroke of pencil. My sleepless nights that were a result of battling Alex's criticisms were now filled with inspiration. Max had motivated me with so much: his words, his actions and his support. The least I could do to appreciate him was to make sure his efforts and belief in me were not in vain.With Max's influence, doors began to open. Doors that had once been slammed in my fa

~MAX’S POV~“Let's start with your mother. Tell me about her.” Leni asked.I gazed downwards then glanced back at Leni with a smile on my face, “My mother, her name was Esther, she meant the world to me–” “Was?”Leni asked. Her brows widened.“Yeah, my mother is dead. She died when I was still a teenager.” I replied.“I'm so sorry about that,” Leni sympathized. “What about your father?”“My father, Charles Dickson. We both share a very complicated relationship. I mean, after my Mom died, he decided to remarry, which I never had a problem with. He didn't want me to grow up without a mother figure in my life. But over time, things changed.” I explained, “My stepfamily got all of his attention and care. At some point, I began to feel like I didn't exist. This affected me emotionally and mentally while growing up.”“I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that while growing up,” Leni said.“Yeah, I'm past that now. I just had to let you know some things about my family in case you meet