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.

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"

That name… I hadn't heard it for two years, and hearing it now was a sharp stab to my heart. “He's a billionaire… of course he would want a wife to show off to the media,” the girls continued gossiping while they cleaned up the kitchen area. Kaden glanced at me, seeing how I wasn't moving. Beads of sweat draped down my face. “Hey… it's okay,” she startled me back to reality, only for me to realize tears were lingering in my eyes. I shook my head and pretended to work, trying not to hear them. “The other one must have been too plain… I mean, he practically fathered three children while he was married.”

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?”

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

But then, he looks away and walks to the private room in the office, Chris shakes his head and whispers to himself, “The perfect, well mannered, unshaken CEO, now has a loose tie, a messy hair and a smelly alcoholic mouth. Who is this guy? Where did he come from? Who said love, wasn’t a dangerous weapon? The sooner he realizes it, the better for him before someone snatches his billionaire ex-wife.”

“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?