Novel & Cerita Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel

“Alex… Alex is getting married?” “Yes, to Daphne. If that sounds right.” I clicked my tongue. “And how… How are you taking all of these?” Her question came sudden. I was not even ready to face that I would planning it ex’s wedding and now… How was I dealing with this? There was no absolute answer. My heart was still weary but I did not expect him to move on faster though. “At least I am yet to consider suicide. If that counts.” I shrugged, pulling off my gown and preparing to have dinner with my parents.

I said with a grimace. I was devastated after watching the video. Joseph was my first kiss, then the crazy guy turned out to be a womanizer. I am no longer driven to choose the right man. Stupid cheaters. "Yow wazzup! Did you hear?" Louise shouted as she left the bank. Louise is my best friend who is a gossip. Sometimes it also slips into secrets. That's why we get along before because she was my source of gossip while I was the one who chainmailed our bank tellers.

I chuckled at her sour expression. I tugged at a passing waiter's shirt, “Keep the shots coming.” I felt so alive and free tonight. Fuck my ex and my past. Who cares? I'm a fucking superstar now! I glanced at Chloe, she was watching me with a smirk, then she nudged me with her chin in her sight direction. I followed it and found her staring at Ace. “So what do you think of the hotshot billionaire. I know you've seen him and I've seen you glance his way like four times tonight…” She voiced in a tease tone.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

The headlines in the morning were harsh. "Nicholas Scott: Billionaire or Business Bully?" "Scott Enterprises Exposed—Shady Dealings Behind the Empire?" "Cassie Scott's Husband: A Philanthropist or a Fraud?" Cassie's gut twisted as she gazed at the news report on her phone. The campaign of smears had started. Nicholas sat beside her in their home office, reading the same reports impassively. She knew his habit of tapping lightly against the wood desk as a form of controlled frustration.

“Overnight business mogul, Alora Henshaw has been said to have the New York real estate contract, ripped out of her hands.” What? “But that's not all.” Apparently, she wasn't done. “Information reaching us is that, her ex husband Eliaz Deutchmond had publicly expressed his objection in her hand lifting the contract. In a special interview that he granted us, he clearly stated that Alora is inexperienced and will definitely burn the city to the ground. In his words, he's only doing the city a favor and….” “Turn off the TV.” Fredrick snapped behind me, but I was far too gone to give a shit about what he was saying. “Alora, turn it off now.”

“Why would you pay me such an amount? Even so, I still don't need it. I lied through my teeth. I was currently struggling even with all my profit shares over the years. I proceeded to lie some more. “I'm successful even though my career is over. I can take care of myself with the money I've accumulated over the years.” Finally turning to leave, his sudden dark chuckle sent a chill down my spine, and I felt unease wash over me. His following words even made me sicker. “I know about your sick nanny in the hospital. I know how much her health care costs and how much you've made from your books so far. From my calculations, you're back to square one.” I felt a sudden surge of anger, my brows rai

They walked out together, leaving the door unlocked—she would never again live behind cages she didn’t build. ********* The courthouse felt cold—marble floors, echoing voices, the smell of paper and judgment. Spectators whispered, and cameras clicked outside. The world loved a fall, especially when the one falling was once untouchable. Chris Newton sat alone on the defendant's bench. The billionaire who once dictated stock markets, who owned rooms just by entering, now sat slumped, hands cuffed, eyes empty. When Lilian entered, his head snapped up. For a breath— Everything froze.

“Find a way to retract the news you deliberately put out there. I don’t want to have to do this by myself.” “What news are you talking about?” She was acting dumb and it was pissing me off. Early this morning, Ethan’s wife called my attention to the celebrity news channel, letting me know that my face and Gianna’s were everywhere on it. I immediately knew who it was, but I didn’t accuse her outright. I collected a bit of evidence first before I came to her place. Bailey did whatever she wanted, and it was because she didn’t suffer the consequences of her actions. She didn’t have much to lose. She didn't have a regular job, and her parents’ company had declined so badly that there was no use

“... I announce to you all, the face of Vexler and Co textiles, Ms. Laura Monroe…” Now, I've got recognition, fans and everything I need to be better than Quentin. I believe he thought I was joking that time, now he'll know better. “Meet the mysterious model taking over Vexler & Co.” The news was all over the media. My inbox was flooded with messages, including one from a mysterious billionaire. I don't recognize the number, but the message was smooth, dripping with danger. Just the kind of vibes I love. “You’re interesting. Let’s talk business…and maybe more.”