Chasing My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

She shrugged her shoulders making Sana’s eyes go wide. “Bitch? He is one of the most eligible bachelors in LA. His grandfather owns the biggest chain in the hotel industry in the state. He is listed second in the top ten youngest billionaires list. Here. He is surrounded by paparazzi. Oh my God, he looks yummy too. You just hit a jackpot.” She was jumping excitedly up and down while looking still shocked. Her heart skipped a beat. She had never really thought of it that way. Marrying a billionaire meant she would be in the eyes of the media. Her eyes widened.

I replied. “One second. Wait!” “Now what?” “Christ, Christ, and Christ. Congratulations boo. Well, I cannot believe it. Wait, I am sorry. You are Christiana Tiger Kelvin now. So, tell me how it feels to be a billionaire’s wife. How does it feel to see bigwigs visiting your manor every day? Tell me about the model of cars he owns. Your place must be a luxurious penthouse. Tell me how it feels to look at the whole city from the top. You must even have a private jet to fly. Am I wrong?”

You have had enough freedom—stalking me like I am your favourite pet and showing up at events—introducing yourself as my wife—that stops today, okay? She let out a cry, a tear dropping. ‘This is assault, Kyle. I will sue you!’ I chuckled, letting her go and grabbing her neck—she wasn’t too fast. ‘Do you think anyone would believe an ex-convict word against a multimillionaire?’ I saw shock in her eyes. ‘Yeah, I grew my wealth while you warmed the cell. I control some notable brands in Nashville and other cities. They have been doing well with no sucking she-devil to destroy them’

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.

“This game isn’t meant to be easy. If I wanted easy, I’d have stayed under someone’s shadow, i wouldn’t have agreed to be a contract wife because i wanted to ruin my husband’s life “ He glanced at me, a proud glint in his eyes. “Alright, Wife , What do you need from me?” I turned to face him properly, legs crossed on the seat. “I’m planning an event. An auctioning event. High-end. Exclusive.” He looked curious. “What kind of auction?” “The kind that puts me back in the headlines. Something luxurious enough to attract the right eyes. I want to invite the Big Seven.” Rue blinked. “You’re going to poke the billionaires’ club?”

Instead, her screen was filled with notifications—social media mentions, tagged posts, headlines. Her stomach sank before she even clicked one open. The image stared back at her: Mya, caught mid-laugh, standing too close to a man she didn’t recognize. His arm was angled as if around her waist, though she could tell instantly from the background and lighting that it was fake. Photoshopped. Poorly, but convincingly enough for gossip sites. Mya Cross: Heiress or Heartbreaker? Just days after being spotted dancing with a mystery man, the billionaire’s ex-wife seen cozying up to another!

The caption read: “In the year of purest love, he left behind the fiancée his family had chosen for him and crossed more than ten thousand kilometers to find me, all the way from Ashford to Westin.” The video went viral, and the comment section was filled with praise for their ‘beautiful love story.’ “It’s like a real-life forbidden romance! A billionaire chasing his lover across the world—so romantic!” “This plot feels familiar. The ‘billionaire-chasing-his-runaway-lover’ story just came to life for real! Ahhh!” “Rich men really are hopeless romantics. Where can I find a sugar daddy?” Then the messages appeared again. [Are these commenters even real? This isn’t romance, it’s an affair scand

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.'

"I am the one who decides who is replaceable. And today, I have replaced you with myself.” The broadcast cut to the Hamilton logo. The stock market opened, and the ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the Hamilton Global line shooting upward like a rocket. Ryan slumped against the barricade. A reporter shoved a microphone into his face. "Mr. Voss! Are you really her husband? Did you know she was a billionaire? How does it feel to be the man who lost the Iron Queen?" Ryan didn't answer. He couldn't. He watched as a black SUV pulled up to the curb. Silas Vance stepped out. He didn't look at the press. He walked straight to Ryan and handed him a small, plastic bag.