Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"Well. You'll find Sterling Global has very high standards." More applause. She was captivating the room, holding every person's attention effortlessly. "Elena," someone at the next table whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "I knew that name sounded familiar. Isn't she married to him?" They trailed off, looking at me. Oh God. Everyone was going to know. Everyone was going to know I'd been married to a billionaire heiress and treated her like garbage. "I need air," I said, standing abruptly. My chair scraped loudly against the floor.

Couples arguing over groceries. Real life. Brian noticed me watching through the window. “What?” “Nothing.” “Daphne.” I sighed.“I forgot people existed.” That earned a small laugh from him. “A dangerous side effect of becoming a billionaire.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” The studio sat between a pharmacy and an old café. It was small, modest and forgettable. Exactly the kind of place nobody would notice. Which made it perfect. Until I saw the broken front window. The moment I step out of the vehicle, I knew something was wrong. Glass covered the pavement. The front door hung slightly open, one of the hinges was broken. Brian noticed it too. His entire posture changed instantly. Relaxed became a

"Why would you give me all of this? What do you get out of a sexless, loveless marriage with a woman the city thinks is ruined?" "I get you," Killian said, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that made her skin prickle. "And I get the satisfaction of watching Damian Vance realize what he threw away. The moment the public sees my ring on your finger, Vance Enterprises' stock will plummet. The banks will panic. Their investors will pull out." He reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a heavy gold pen, and placed it gently on top of the documents.