Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Novels & Stories

Before he could tell her to leave, she said, "Did you ask me that day what I was doing in this office?" Her question made him frown. "I did not want to leave my previous job. Do you know why I left there?" She turned to look at his confused expression and said, "The news about my divorce spread, and I became a joke overnight. I was so overwhelmed by the thought of starting a family with you that I did not realize how people were talking behind my back. They thought you were too good for me and I did not deserve a man like you. I still would have stayed strong, but then their teasing turned fierce as some men said I was not good in bed, some women said I can not even keep my husband happy

“You’re good at it, the ruthless billionaire part. But don’t let it take over again.” “I won’t,” I promised. “This is different now, it’s for us. For Lily. Not for ego.” She nodded, her hand resting on my chest. “I believe you.” We sat like that for a long time. The city lights twinkled outside. Lily slept peacefully. It felt like we were finally getting somewhere. But later that night, as I was checking my emails before bed, a new alert popped up. A fresh article had dropped. The headline read: “Damon Sterling’s Ex-Mistress Speaks Out Again: Claims She’s Still in Contact with Billionaire Despite New Baby.”

“One day someone will prove you wrong. RIVERA CORPORATION ‎- Evening - ‎Elena stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor windows in her office. Her phone screen reflected in the window. ‎One name stared back at her. ‎Adrian Vale. ‎Elena tightened her grip on the phone, her reflection staring back at her from the glass windows. ‎Five years ago, she had walked away from him without looking back. It had been necessary... or at least that was what she kept telling herself. ‎The accident that followed weeks later had erased every memory of her. When she first heard the news, she didn't know whether to feel relieved or guilty. ‎There must be a reason for everything after all. This is an opportunity sh

I read the rest of the message out loud and Britney instantly grins. She throws her bar at me. “And you're taking me to this fancy fundraiser, right?” “Not after that betrayal.” “You have no say. I have dirt on you.” I squint. “You said you had your tongue taken to church by your Italian stallion lickier. Why do you need to crash this gala?” “Multi-task. I need to meet someone rich, single, and potentially related to your brooding billionaire.” Britney winks. “You have him, I’ll take his hot cousin.”

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.

My bla‌zer clung like an ill fitted body shaper, a⁠nd my laptop‌ bag fel⁠t twi​c​e​ a​s heavy with every s‌oaked‍ step‌. The marb‍le lobby s⁠me​lled like bergamot and mone‍y. My shoes squeaked a confess‌i‍on acr‌oss⁠ the⁠ floor, late. I quickly make my way Upstairs to the‍ c‌onfer‌ence‍ room‌, which glowed like an aquarium of sharks. T⁠welve tailor‍ed preda‌tors turned as​ one to study the sog‌gy girl who dare‌d show up. At the h​ea​d, Zane Cross‌, bi⁠llion​air‌e developer, media darling, and r‌umored corporate assassin.

And me, drowning in debt, desperately treading water to keep us afloat. Then Declan appeared like a dark angel, offering salvation I couldn't refuse. With a flourish of his pen, he paid off all my father's debts and whisked my brother away to rehab. For the small price of my hand in marriage, he saved my family. So what if he was an Irish mafia boss. I was out of options. The door opened with a gust of cold air that rustled my scarf. I looked up to see Alexandra, her head bent toward her boyfriend, Drew Preston. They appeared to be engrossed in conversation, completely oblivious to me.

Dube stepped out, already opening the back door for me. “My employer would like to meet you,” he said. I swallowed hard. “…Who is he?” For a brief moment, he hesitated. Then— “Neil Morrison.” The name hit like a shockwave because I knew it. Everyone did. He was a billionaire, an industrial giant. A man whose name carried power in every room it was spoken in. My heart started racing. “That’s not possible,” I said under my breath. Mr. Dube met my gaze steadily. “It is.”

Valerie let her hand drop to the mattress. They thought she was an heiress. They thought she was a European princess or a syndicate daughter who had gracefully stepped into Killian’s world. If they only knew that three days ago she was standing in the pouring rain, her personal bank accounts wiped to zero by Damian Vance after three years of being hidden in a basement room at Vance Jewels.

I opened my browser and typed in the site’s name, more to prove him wrong than anything else. The page loaded. And my stomach dropped. The first thing I saw—front and center, bold and unavoidable—was my face. Me, standing at the aquarium. Alex on my shoulders. His small hand pointing excitedly at something out of frame. A shark. The headline blurred for a second before my brain caught up. Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? “Fuck,” I breathed.