Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband Novels & Stories

"You know, brother, I feel so ashamed of myself in front of all of you. I gambled for three years, but I got nothing in return. I gave everything… and yet he left me in the end. I even thought I’d go crazy from the sadness." Avrielle laughed faintly after speaking, but deep inside, she felt worse than bitter melon. She almost cried from the pain whenever she remembered her ex-husband but held back her tears. She had vowed to herself that the moment she left Brandon’s house, she would never cry again. She decided he didn’t deserve her tears. "That shameless man! What right does he have to treat you like that? By tomorrow, I’ll have Ricafort Group of Companies investigated! I can also ask Alex

He seemed to be really rigid. "So, you and Adrian are just friends huh?" Mrs Gonzalez turned around to face me. "No Mother, they are more than just friends, and the cunning lady newly divorced her husband, and fled New York City with Adrian while carrying a child for her ex-husband," a sudden strikingly familiar voice filtered into the dining room. The clicking sound of her heels further deafening my ears.

She couldn't help but gasp in awe as she took in the beautiful surroundings. The living room was adorned with luxurious furnishings, a large television screen displaying the news in the background. As Leila glanced at the screen, a realization dawned on her, a realization that left her speechless. She hadn't just married a handsome stranger; she had married a handsome billionaire! The shock of what she just saw washed over her for a moment. She turned to Lucas, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Lucas gaze met hers with a gentle smile. "Surprised?" He asked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"

made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again. Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’ I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it. At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.

And Charlotte’s texts never get urgent, unless something really serious had happened. She scrolled up the screen, and paused to read the headline. “YOUNG BILLIONAIRE HEARTTHROB, CHASE AXFORD, ENGAGES IN BAR FIGHT OVER A WAITRESS. No surprise his marriage is fighting for it’s life.” Her heart slowed down in sequence, as her eyes dropped to the picture below. It was her and Chase, in that restaurant. At that moment when he was losing his shit to anger over those men for harassing her.

“You know I am doing this for you. For us. You are taking this way too personally.” “For me? Tell me how.” “I don’t want the world judging you for marrying me immediately after my wife left.” “You still have the temerity to say that even though the other person married right immediately?” She chuckled darkly. “Can someone fill us in on what is happening, please?” Maxwell asked. “Well, we ran into your ex-in-law at the hospital today, with her new husband and while the man insulted me and Jonathan, he only stood there, like a fool!”

I then lower down my gaze for the reason that his stares are like fire that keeps my body being melted and sore. “Okay,” I replied and held my hands together to control myself to not look at him again. His aura is too powerful for me not to melt. Amidst being in front of a ruthless billionaire who made me as a battered wife, I still think of how handsome and appealing he is. He can rip my—Damn this brain of mine! “Don’t think of that right now, you stupid!” said my mind. Seriously? Daydreaming my husband in front of him? “Your dress is already in your room. Don’t embarass me,” he added shortly and left me dumbfounded with a mouth half-open.

But, now she was glad he stood up for her friend. "Well, you should have thought of that before screwing her!" The old man fired angrily. Hailey gasped. They had only kissed, for goodness sake! Yes, it was wrong of them, but, everyone was making seem as if they murdered someone. "I did not screw her!" The old man's continuous assumption seemed to have triggered Chase. Not that he shouted, but his voice was no longer calm when he said that. "Tell that to someone who has not heard about you. Chase Denver, New York's billionaire fuck boy!" He spat " You just can't keep it in your pants, can you?" He taunted, and from Hailey's position, she could see the veins that jerked forward.

"Oh? Is that so?" The butler continued, "Since realizing you've completely disappeared, he's used every connection to find you. He even turned that basement in Brooklyn upside down and harassed your former landlord and coworkers. Now, he's offering a hundred million dollar reward just to find your whereabouts." "A hundred million?" Leopold scoffed, slamming his wine glass onto the table. "He's certainly generous now. When my daughter gave birth to Alaric and suffered with him, he wouldn't even pay a few hundred bucks for medical bills! What's the point of acting devoted now?"