Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband Novels & Stories

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?"

"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

I unlocked the phone and opened the browser and my heart leaped to my throat when I saw the videos. The headlines read. “Billionaire Brawl: Ethan and Alex Fight Over a Woman!” I groaned, feeling embarrassed. “Well?” Celine scoffed, glaring at me. “Care to explain? Or are you just going to sit there like a guilty little boy?” I stayed quiet, my mind racing. How did this get out so quickly? “Ethan, I’m talking to you!” she shouted. “You fought your best friend in public. Over a woman! A woman, Ethan! Who is she?”

“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.

*** 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."