Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband Novels & Stories

"He doesn't have much time left, Miss Emily. His greatest wish is to meet his granddaughter before it's too late." He looked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce before meeting my eyes again. "The private jet is ready. If you're willing to come with me, we need to leave tonight.” I looked at the car, then back at the house I had just left a part of me wanted to walk away from all of this. Today had already been too much. My marriage was over, I had nowhere to go, and now a stranger was telling me I belonged to one of the richest families in the country. It felt impossible.

I brought it out with my free hand and saw that it was my friend, Ethan, calling. I answered the call and brought the phone up to my ear. He didn't let me speak before he started talking. “Brand, I think I just saw your wife.” I frowned. “My wife?” The phrase had Bailey staring at me with intensity. I ignored her and slowly set Charlotte on the ground. “Yes, your wife, your ex-wife, whatever. The woman that made you go to the bar where we met.” “I think I get the gist now, Ethan.” I said sarcastically, then paused. “Wait, for real? In LA?”

Vivian, his girlfriend, grabbed her phone from the table, opened a page and thrust it into his palm. "It's all over the news. See for yourself. What sort of affair have you been having with a married woman in a lonely marriage?" Ash read the news and was surprised by what he saw. 'The CEO of Vintage group visits Troy orphanage with his fiancée. …. He has a wife at home, a wife only on the papers but it's clearly obvious he doesn't want her. She has never made a public appearance with him.'

"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!”