روايات وقصص ضمن Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband

"You almost ran out of time on that track, your heart stopped for three minutes, do you understand how close you came to never waking up, to dying alone on a racetrack while I was on another continent completely unaware?" "I'm sorry," Jayda whispered. "I should have called you, I should have told you everything, I just—" "You just what?" Dess demanded. "Thought you could handle terminal cancer and a comeback race and apparently a divorce all by yourself without the people who love you?" "Wait, how do you know about the divorce?" Dess pulled out her phone, showed Jayda the same headline she'd seen earlier. "It's all over the news, billionaire ex-husband, messy divorce, secretary girlfriend, t

My pulse raced as I scrolled, praying it shouldn't be bad news. I was shocked when I saw the videos that were flying all over the internet. I blinked my eyes to be sure I was not mistaken, but I was not... It's Sonia… standing beside another man. The headline above the video made my blood run cold. "SONIA DAVIS SET TO MARRY BUSINESS TYCOON, DANIEL GRAYSON!" My breath caught in my throat. No... This is not possible. I played the video over and over again, my hands trembling as I stared at Sonia who stood beside Daniel in an elegant gown, smiling.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

But here she is, doing exactly that. And Aria—my wife, my new billionaire ex-wife—standing her ground with a strength I never truly understood. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut; all these years, everyone has been treating her like a slave, and I never did anything to stop it. Worse, I never even noticed. I was so caught up in my own world, my own concerns, that I completely failed to see what was happening right under my nose. The guilt gnaws at me, a relentless, bitter ache in my chest.

Says the workaholic. Well, before I lost Gene I didn’t work nearly as much. Family getaways, dinners out. Go karts and bowling. Fuck I miss all that. Now I’ll get to do it all billionaire style. I don’t want shiny trinkets, I want experiences. All the big ones I missed out on over the years. And now Chase could have them too. “No shit? That’s awesome. They’re all married now, boo,” she frowned, as her gun whirred to life.

As the disappointed reporters displaced, he went back inside the mansion. Several hours later, Chase got the shock of his life when he saw Valerie on the six o’clock news which sounded, “The billionaire’s wedding was abruptly cancelled when a mysterious woman whisked him away. More information is still emerging but the details of the mysterious woman are still unknown”. “But we agreed that you would do that after the wedding”, he thundered as he threw a marble flower vase at the screen and it’s shreds splattered all over floor. Valerie shivered, scared. She had never seen this side of Chase before. “I know, but I just couldn’t carry the burden anymore”, she said, as tears fell from her eyes.

ELENA I followed Mrs. Carter down the halls still trying to catch up to what had just happened in that office. Days ago I'd been a wife. Today I got divorced. And somehow, before the day had even ended, I'd agreed to become another man's wife....on paper, at least. Insane didn't begin to cover it. I followed her down a hallway that led to another hallway, past doors that looked like they belonged in a hotel rather than a home. None of it registered the way it should have. My mind was still several steps behind my feet.

And the more I had delved into the details of it all, the more I had felt like I was drowning in a sea of betrayal and heartache. It was surreal to see their faces plastered across screens and headlines, their private lives dissected and scrutinized by the public eye. And of course, I had been dragged into it—the wife of Billionaire Kingston gets free from being kidnapped by a group of terrorists only to find out that her husband had gotten an ex-model pregnant. And yes, you read that right, I said terrorists. That was how the news channels, YouTube channels, Talk Shows, and all of the rest, that was how all of them talked about it.

*** In a boardroom full of men, I was the only woman, and among them was my very own brother and ex-husband. After the first half of the conference meeting about building a public hospital, school, and library for a poor local community in Detroit MI, I went to the restroom to relieve myself.. Just after I finished using the restroom and was heading to the sink to wash my hands, I heard a few whispers outside the door that caused my heart to skip a beat. “I heard that he will be doing business with his ex-wife now. They’re collaborating for the building of public infrastructure in Michigan. I’m sure Abigail’s going crazy over the news.”

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."