Billionaire Ex Wife Lewie Parenti Novels & Stories

Millwood, who is the owner of the M’Hotels and also Trent’s Dad announced that Tyson was now a shareholder in the company and that there would be a dinner party later in the evening. I was happy and sad at the same time, firstly, I was happy because he had yet again another achievement added to his wealth and I was sad because I’d have to be seeing more of his face and maybe also more of his bitch of a fiancée. They are sure going to make my life a living hell, I thought of resigning immediately because I won’t be able to control myself towards those duos long enough.

"Elise? What are you doing here at 9 p.m. with your tote bag? Did you and your poor husband fight? Did he finally leave you because you are too poor?" Elise burst into tears. "He is not poor!" "What?" "He is not poor, Sophie! He is a billionaire! Britain's richest man! Chairman Blackwood! £98 billion! He lied to me for 73 days! He owns my building! He bought Dior! He... he..." Sophie dropped the baby bottle. "Billionaire? Your husband? That quiet guy who wore Uniqlo? Billionaire? Elise, did you hit your head?" Elise showed her the Wikipedia page, the photos, the news articles. Ethan Blackwood spotted with mystery florist wife at Claridge's.

I nodded, remembering the headlines that had dominated the news for weeks. "Well, it turns out Richardson Pharma was our biggest client. When they went down, they took half our portfolio with them. But that wasn't even the worst part." Abigail's voice grew quieter, more fragile. "My father invested everything, I mean everything he had in their expansion. Our personal assets, the company reserves, even mortgaged our family home." "Oh, my God, Abigail..." I felt my heart sink for her.

I wiped my tears away. I remembered Mile’s mother, how she took us in for a few years, taking care of us and footing our bills. “God bless your soul… they were the only real family I had.” My eyes suddenly darken in front of the mirror; my mind shifts to Lucieu, the man I saw earlier this evening at the night gala. I remember searching his name in secret. Every few weeks, I read articles that talked of him and his industry. Watching him thrive from a distance. While I cursed my past and the pains I was put through.

Claire said, "Abraham never actually met my parents. They knew about him, knew of him, at least. He never knew them. My mother disapproved of him so completely that she rejected him from a distance, without ever even sitting across from him." "He thought I was just some put-together, disciplined woman who happened to also be rich.” Claire continued, staring at some fixed point across the dark room. "My mum had actually arranged for me to marry Sonny Garnacho. Owner of…” "Garnacho Industries," John finished quietly. He knew the name well. He was another billionaire in his social orbit, someone he'd shaken hands with more times than he could count. "And my stupid, stubborn ass chose Abraham in

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

I had only been married to him for 3 years and I could testify it had been the worst 3 years of my life. After graduating from New York university, Kian had returned to fufil the request if his mother by getting a wife but things played our really bad and I became the daughter-in-law after a contract was signed that I get married to him in order for the Lawley's family to treat my dieing father. Sometimes I wondered if my status as a commoner contributed to the physical abuse I received from Kian. His family members were indifferent and never for once cautioned him about his behavior towards me.My father who had made me choose this pathway died after a year. I had tried too hard to get a div

She padded into the drawing room, where her father and Margot sat with glasses of wine, their faces tense but resolute. The headlines scrolled across the muted television screen behind them. “Luca Virelli and Kieran Wolfe: Billionaire Romance or Corporate Scandal?” “Virelli CEO Faces Backlash After Bold Press Conference.” “Hartwell Family Responds to Brother’s Publicized Relationship with Virelli.” Her father didn’t look up as she entered, but Margot’s icy gaze pinned her in place.

"In a shocking development, cosmetics mogul Vivian Hayes' ex-husband Tristan Levine was revealed to be completely homeless and penniless after their divorce just last week." I gripped the arms of my chair until my knuckles whitened. This wasn't part of the plan. Mother promised she would handle the PR tidily and quietly. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, Margot threw her head back and cackled. "Wow, so he really was just a total gold-digging leech, huh? Guess you couldn't ditch that dead weight fast enough!" I forced a weak, awkward chuckle. "Ha, yeah...he was really holding me back there at the end."

I even agreed to her request. December 15, 2004 It’s been weeks since I came back to the city, leaving Alessandra and Elli behind at my home in the country. As she had relayed to me, she and her daughter are all over the news. Her husband is Elliot Grande, a hotel magnate, with lots of chains over the country and had opened several abroad. A billion-dollar reward has been announced for the return of his wife and daughter but up to this day, there was no update.