Novel & Cerita Begging His Billionaire Ex Back

The wounds of their failed marriage were still fresh, and his callous remark only deepened them. He took out a wad of bills from his wallet and carelessly tossed them onto the bed beside her. "Here!" he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "Take an extra $500 for old time's sake." The sight of the money resting on the bed sent a surge of mixed emotions through her. It felt like an insult, as if he were trying to put a price on their past, on their shared memories, and on her dignity. Her heart sank, feeling anger and sadness at his callous gesture. She had hoped for some understanding or remorse from him, but instead, he seemed intent on further demeaning her and their time together.

Would she ever forgive him? Did he even deserve to be forgiven? ****** At the Sinclair estate, Mrs. Sinclair stood in her grand living room, staring at the television in disbelief. The news broadcast played before her, showing her son, her proud, arrogant son, on his knees, begging Cassia for another chance. Begging to get back together. Did that even make sense? Her fingers dug into the armrest of the couch as she read the caption: "DARVAN SINCLAIR PUBLICLY HUMILIATED AS EX-LOVER WALKS AWAY WITH HIS UNCLE, WHO HAPPENS TO BE HER FIANCÉ."

“You’re scared that you’ll never get the chance now that I’m here. That’s why you’ve resorted to cheap tricks like swaying the public’s opinion on both of you. After his statement the other day, you’ve finally realized something important.” “Humor me.” “You’re not even a fallback at this point. You’re a consequence of his actions. You’re something he regrets.” At this point, Bailey was fuming, just how I wanted it. She cornered me to mess with my head, but the opposite was happening. “He’ll never take you back. You’ll never get that perfect little family you want.” A short laugh escaped my lips. Take me back? Brandon wished. The ball was in my court. It was up to me to take him back or not.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

Now that he’s wealthy, she falsely claims to have donated her heart to him to extort more money. An obscure nobody like me instantly trended across all major platforms. The entire internet learned that Bryan Abbott, the trillion-dollar celebrity entrepreneur, had an ex-wife. They also learned just how heartless and ungrateful his ex-wife truly was. [She abandoned Mr. Abbott back then. Now that he’s rich, she comes crawling back to borrow money?! How shameless!] [Borrow? That’s not borrowing!] [Mr. Abbott received a heart from a kind donor. How dare she claim it was hers?]

Her name was only mentioned when tied to legal matters and scandal roundups. She had become exactly what she feared. Irrelevant. Useless. She opened her last email account and typed a message. Not to Liam,not to Lucas,but to someone who no one expected. To:editor@newsexpose.com “I have a story to sell about a billionaire who ruined me and the woman he is still in love with.” She pressed send. She leaned back on the chair,clearly relaxed while waiting for a reply. If she couldn't be admired then she'll make sure they were questioned.

He blew the smoke into the air like it was nothing, creating an art in the air like a pro. I swallowed hard when he took his glasses off, his gaze was fixed on me. He was freakishly tall and intimidating. "I see you are sniffing around my new prey, did you think I wouldn't catch you? And I hope you ain't going around kissing ass because I know you are so fucking broke." He said lazily. I straightened my back with some confidence I managed to find in the bottom of my so called heart. "What? You mean Aria? Richard, she's my ex wife...You don't get to speak like she's yours. Besides she belongs to Ethan now." I said, as bold as I could.

He answers my question and I quickly push his hand away, freeing my chin from his burning hold. “What gold-digging work of art?” “Striking a deal with my father so you can become my wife and take up the fancy title of Mrs. Wesley. Using my family’s money and influence to save your father’s company from going bankrupt. Ring any bells?” There are a million things I want to scream at him to debunk or clarify his misconception of what truly happened in the past, but I cannot find my words. He’s wrong. That’s not what happened. He takes another step closer and our bodies almost melt into each other’s. The heat of his angry breath is burning every inch of my face and his angry eyes are staring hol

Lane International Office – 6:15 PM Sally slammed the tabloid on my desk with enough force to send my coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug, dark liquid seeping into quarterly projections that suddenly seemed insignificant. The headline screamed in lurid yellow against a black background: "RECONCILED? Disgraced Billionaire Coleman Shares Tender Moment With Ex-Wife & Secret Love Child"