Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Novels & Stories

“To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.” We clinked glasses, and I downed more of my drink. The tension of the night was finally ebbing away, replaced with a kind of lightness I hadn’t felt in years. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. I was free. Free from the contract, free from the charade of being Mrs. Dalton. I hadn’t realized how much of myself I had buried during that time. “I don’t know what’s crazier,” I continued, setting my glass down on the table. “The fact that I just handed over $10 million in cash or that he had the nerve to offer to pay me $20 million in alimony. Can you believe that?”

Elena’s POV He blindfolded me and we went outside to know what surprise that he was talking about. I stood there, frozen in shock, as Daniel revealed the surprise. A brand new SUV, sleek and shiny, with a bow tied around it. And next to it, a briefcase filled with stacks of cash, totaling $10 billion. But it was the caption that caught my attention: "Will you be my girlfriend, partner, and soulmate?" My heart skipped a beat as I processed the question. Daniel, my best friend, my confidant, my rock, wanted to take our relationship to the next level.

Nina left the word hang there. "What?" "I may have asked Nathan out on a date." Just then the waitress brought our check. Nina picked it up. "I got this. After all, I'm filthy rich." She chuckled. "Also, do you know what I read in this morning's New York Times and Wall Street Journal?" "No. What?" I asked, "As of this morning, the whole world knows that Nathan is the new CEO of AmeriCapital." "So, he's handsome, he works out, he's smart, he's loyal, he likes you, he now has an amazing CEO job, you have wicked-good chemistry, he looked across the room and wants to devour you…"

I trailed off, unsure of how to explain the complexities of my past. "Oh my!" Her hand flew to her mouth, shock evident in her expression. I couldn't blame her for her reaction. The idea of my ex being a billionaire sounded like something straight out of a novel, not the reality I was living. But it was my truth, no matter how unbelievable it seemed. In the end, I knew it was better to tell the truth than to be subjected to degrading rumors about me searching for a father for my kids to "cater" to them. That was a narrative I refused to let define me.

In the five years we've been married, Rhea has not only expanded her business empire to its absolute limits but has also shown me what it truly means to love and be loved by a powerful woman, to support each other in a deep, mutual partnership. Nate could never stand to see me happy and would never miss a chance to show off his "worldly knowledge." "I heard that not long ago, President Weyland was at a top auction in St. Niva and, without batting an eye, bought a priceless sapphire watch, just to make her husband happy." "That watch is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece worth a cool eight million dollars. The man is the envy of everyone in high society." He was in the middle of his grand speech whe

I had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain. Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell on me. Hell on me? I had scoffed. No one else can except I gave the person the right to. Oddly, I had everything now, power, money, and even fame and I still felt hollow, still felt withdrawn like I had failed in life.

I walked for hours, trying to clear my head, but the memories still lingered. Jake's betrayal, Camilla's deceit, the miscarriage, the abuse... it all swirled in my mind like a toxic storm. I trudged back to my hotel room, exhaustion etched on my face. I collapsed onto the bed, I needed a distraction, a purpose. I took my laptop scanning the internet for job vacancies. As I scrolled through the listings, one caught my eye - Darwin Motors, the largest automobile company, one of the Darwin group.They were in need of a secretary. The pay was staggering, and I felt a spark of determination ignite within me.

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It was a text from Meera, my closest friend and confidant. Meera: "How's it going with Mr. Billionaire Ex? Need backup?" I stifled a laugh, typing back quickly. Me: "It's... complicated. Drinks later?" Her response came almost immediately. Meera: "You're buying." Shaking my head, I slipped my phone back into my bag. The elevator ride down felt endless. As I stared at my reflection in the mirrored walls, I couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this...working alongside the man who had once been my world.

What the hell did I just say? I turn sharply to him. "You're an Escarrá?" He cocks a brow at me, small smile on his lips. "Yes, that isn't a problem, is it?" "No, of course not." of course yes! I look at the document and back at him. My memories coming back to me. His face in the news. The tabloids. The gossip columns. The Forbes list. Deimos Escarrá, Billionaire Mogul and former big shot Lawyer.