After I Left The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“You’re blinded by money. He doesn’t love you. The earlier you realize that, the better. I’m the one leaving after nine months, not you. And if I should take my baby, you’ll become nothing but a story of the past.” Her eyes flashed with pure hatred. “Your baby? That child is ours. You’re just the incubator. Nothing more!” The billionaire finally stepped between us, raising his hands. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Calm down, now!” I shoved his hand away forcefully. “Don’t fucking tell me it’s alright! What do you think you are? And why would you want to act like the good guy here?” She opened her mouth to reply, but the billionaire raised his hand again. “Enough!”

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

He absently rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “I don't know how they got burnt, I followed Jeff's instructions rigorously” This time I couldn't hold back my laughter. The sight of Nathan's assistant directing him on how to make a simple breakfast over the phone almost had me rolling on the floor. I wish I could see that. “Sorry” I said, wiping the lone tears at the corner of my eyes. “It's just, I don't think there are some things that ‘the ruthless billionaire of Wall Street’ can't do”

the journalist would say, and move onto another billionaire. I was happy the kissing stunt was working out, and Brian enjoyed it. Gradually, we unfolded to the end of the successor’s summits and my bubbles of joy were full until, Brian left my grip for a thick-looking billionaire who was standing by the corner. He pounced on his prey and started biting the billionaire all over his body. “Brian! Brian! Brian!” I shouted and went after him. But then a pandemonium had been stirred. Billionaires ran away out of fear of the unknown.

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

I really wanted to ask, but I just swallowed hard. “Get ready and pack your things before tomorrow morning. I'll come pick you up. You're moving back into my house” And just after that, he stood up, and without giving me a chance to agree or disagree, he walked out of the house. I watched him as he left. The tears dropped now as I realized I've been bound by a billionaire. A billionaire who didn't love me!

It didn't take long for that gaping hole to metamorphosize into depression, and keep me from leaving my bedroom in weeks. A call from my secretary jolted me back to reality when I realized that the empire I was building was on the verge of a collapse. I then channeled my hurt into building. I built so hard that I became a billionaire in two years. And I didn't stop. The hurt fueled me. I wanted to be better, better than all of the billionaires that she knew, better so she would come crawling back. Better so she finally saw just how much love I could show her.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

He didn’t say anything, just waited. I hated him for not saying a word, for not caring, for treating me like a whore. I knew I couldn’t say what was in my chest, my heart, my belly, my skin, my mouth, my sex. I couldn’t tell him I didn’t want him to leave. Ever. He quirked an eyebrow. How distant he had become. Last night, he had worshipped my body, now he was the mysterious, secretive billionaire again. “How are you going to send the funds?” I asked, putting as much nonchalance as I could muster into my question.

I continued, “it would be best to settle with her out of court before she destroys everything your father built up.” His gaze hunted me, but I did not look at him. “I’m leaving next week,” I said, skirting around him so I could be out of his orbit, “she doesn’t know that yet.” “Why would you tell me that?” he asked. I could hear the amusement in his tone, I looked up to meet his eyes and they had the look of a hunter. It sent chills down my spine. “I know what you billionaire bastards are capable of—” “In this case, you are the billionaire bastard,” he cut me off, emphasizing the last two words.