Novel & Cerita Begging His Billionaire Ex Back

Maxim went straight to the point: "Where did you find the ring?" Josh laughed derisively. "Maxim,did you get robbed?" Maxim's voice was low, "Purchase the ring.I'll pay you for it." This was an admission of having been robbed, of having the heart of true love stolen and sold! It was so humiliating! Josh didn't hold back his laughter. Then he raise an eyebrow. "The man said I could only buy it back for two hundred million dollars,how much will be my reward?" "One billion!" "Deal!"

He deserved to know. The line rang once. Twice. On the third ring, it went straight to voicemail. “The caller you’re trying to reach—” She ended the call before the message finished, letting out a hollow, almost bitter laugh. Of course. It went to voicemail. That was typical of Evander. Because unlike the love she had carried for him for years, Evander Hale—the tech billionaire that she had been married to for five years—had never loved her. If anything, he loathed her.

I said even though I was completely starving and in that moment my stomach growled, Parrish smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. “I know a place, has the best steak – ” “Steak?” I threw him a questioning look. “What’s the matter?” he threw back at me. “You don’t think eating a steak right now is a bit too extravagant?” I shot at him. “I’m a billionaire now Jessica, I can do whatever I want.” I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time and even a couple more times after that even while we were seated at this fancy restaurant with a golden chandelier in the middle, and our table draped with expensive linen sheets and the waiters walked around with an ipad as the menu.

But Opula interrupted him, “Yes I am happily married , but history has it that you are my ex-boyfriend . You once dated me. We have something in common.” “We have nothing in common!” Rod rebuked her with yelling and started advancing to her, “Does your history also have it that you broke up with me because I was poor. You broke up with me because my father had nothing. You were the billionaire’s daughter and I was the poor man’s son. Now you are feigning familiarity and even sharing a bed with me because my father is James Benson , the richest man in New York.” “no, I never did it on purpose…” Opula protested.

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

Shoot. I bolted off the bed just as I put the phone to my ear. “I am so sorry. I never sleep this late but yesterday was so crazy, and I didn’t even know I was this exhausted.” I apologized before he could get a word out. I flung clothes out of my wardrobe as I searched. Searched for what? What do you wear to breakfast with a billionaire? A breakfast that would include pictures of us getting leaked to the press. “Just get here. “ He responded in a clipped tone, and the line went dead. Freaking asshole.

he nodded and his expression changed to exhaustion. "I'm sorry for how I treated Funke, I was just scared of commitment but immediately she left I felt like slapping myself, I called her and texted her but she doesn't pick up. I don't know what to do." Aawwnn, the big billionaire is sad. I felt bad for him, not. neh, just joking. "So, what do you want me to do for you?" I was confused. This was his mess; he should clean it up.

He never felt like a billionaire to me. He loved eating greasy pizza on the couch while watching his favorite sports, his arm lazily slung around my shoulders. He loved cooking, taking over the kitchen with a kind of reckless passion that always ended in a mess, and surprising me with breakfast in bed. He laughed with me. Held me. Kissed me like I was the only woman in the world. So how? When? There were no signs—no distance, no arguments, no strange behavior. What went wrong? My hands trembled as they landed on my stomach. Was he unhappy because we didn’t have a child?

She asked after answering the call. My sister was doing pretty well and running her own club in New York City. She was the one person who knew how to get things done and did her job very well. "Can we talk? I really need a favor. You know that I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't between life and death." She groaned before she came back to the line with a much quieter background. I sighed when she said nothing. "It's Elijah. His ex-wife is back, and I'm afraid that she might try to get back with him and ruin everything that I've achieved with Elijah all these years."

"Mr. Blackwood." "Mr. Bennett." "A pleasure to finally meet you in person." "I doubt that." His smile faltered for half a second before he recovered it. "Skip the pleasantries. What do you want?" He sat without being invited to, crossing one leg over the other with way too much comfort "I was hoping you'd reconsider the proposal I sent. A partnership between my company and Blackwood Groups would make waves for both of us. The publicity alone would be significant. And who doesn't want more revenue on the table?"