Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband Novels & Stories

I spruced my scarf and continued searching for her in the frostiness. The city seemed to hold its breath, mirroring the anxiety that gripped my soul after a slight thunderstorm. My eyes darted, scanning every face, every passerby, hoping to catch a glimpse of Carla amidst the bustling crowd. As I turned a corner, my heart skipped a beat. Standing before me, looking as anxious and determined as I felt, was Carla's ex-husband, Dr Richard Hall. His eyes widened in surprise as they met mine. "I remember you, ain't you the billionaire who was once obsessed with my wife?" Richard asked, his voice laced with anger and jealousy as he frowned and I chortled upon hearing his pathetic attempt to declar

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

Chapter 6: The Contract 3/365 VICKY. I opened my eyes. A new day. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me with my sister. She was pregnant. For him. And no, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threw me out like trash. And my dear sister? She didn’t even flinch. But the real plot twist? I signed a contract marriage with a billionaire. That explains why I woke up in a penthouse this morning.

Ready whenever you are, baby. Trust me, that was all Vincent needed to devour me whole… and to think that this was the first of many nights like this as a married couple… I failed to ruin my billionaire ex-husband as promised, because he ruined me instead. THE END.

It was not that easy. “Why does everything have to do with my ex-husband? My world does not revolve around him, Christina.” “Exactly. Your world does not revolve around him. So if that's the case, you will accept my challenge. You will come with me and you will meet Josh. He’s a billionaire, too, Beatrice. Like your ex-husband. He can give you everything you want. You don't need to work, okay?” “A billionaire, huh? He's not part of the mafia?”

“It's been two days of you lying here, he was bound to find out what happened.” “But still, you know how the media twists things… they’ll blow it out of proportion and we’ll end up in a mix.” I added. Adrian didn’t answer me immediately. Instead, he simply held out his phone. “You should see for yourself,” he said. I hesitated for a second before taking it from him, my eyes scanning the screen. And then I saw it. The headline was even worse than I expected. Billionaire Feud Reignites: Ex-Boyfriend Press Charges Against Wife's Current Husband—Is This a Power Move or a Warning?

I felt conflicted as I tried not to text him back, my hands clicked away on the keypad wanting to tell him where I was when the TV came up showing his engagement with a young heiress. His smile was so wide that I clenched on the phone. Thorns pierced through my heart, wriggling it in until I slammed the phone against the TV, making sure it had a dent on his face. My hands slipped on my stomach when it ached. He had never smiled at me that way, he had …my eyes went dim when I felt a trickle down my leg and a shriek raced out of my lips as I dropped to the ground, darkness enclosing me.

"Julian went public. The press is already outside the building. He’s playing the devastated, betrayed husband whose pregnant wife was snatched by a ruthless billionaire. If we hide her now, we look guilty of a federal crime." A heavy silence descended upon the room. I looked at the glass walls, imagining the cameras pointed up at us from the streets below. I was trapped again. I had run from the viper, only to end up in the lion’s den, and now the viper was tearing down the walls to get me back. Killian didn't look at Marcus. He looked down at me. The ruthless, cold billionaire who had spent a decade building an empire out of spite looked... furious. Not at me, but at the fact that his fortr

Grey I'm standing in the living room of my second mansion, with my body seething with rage. I stare down at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening around it. The picture of my wife, Caroline, Callie, and me at the restaurant is plastered all over the internet. #Grey Grand, the Billionaire CEO cheating on his wife with her fraternal twin# #He’s a cold, cruel human being# # Cheating with her twin? That’s horrible#

Hard enough to draw a fucking blood My head was banging, my fingers digging into my palms "You came after her and she saw that as an opportunity but when your father brought in your ex-wife to you for marriage, Cherry was frustrated. But she knew you didn't love your ex-wife and would divorce her soon, but it was taking so much time and your father didn't want you to let your ex-wife go, so Cherry came up with the plan," Hazel said and at this point, I could swear I was beginning to see double Somebody might just do me the favor to wake me the fuck up from this stupid devastating nightmare