Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Novels & Stories

She started waiting patiently for his reply. The library smelled of old paper and flickering dust—more like a reliquary than a place of study. Light filtered through the tall windows in long, golden shafts that bent gently across the room’s quiet. She scrolled through a few reels on her phone and noticed Blake’s new TikTok had already hit 60K views in just two hours. She sighed and kept scrolling, then started reading the comments—strange ones, at least to Elowen: “omg marry me!!!!”

He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car. The charity gala was held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. It was glamorous, and women dripped in diamonds. Men in designer’s suit laughed over champagne. The second Damian and I entered, people turned in our direction and soft surprised whispers followed. “That’s his wife?” “She’s beautiful.” “I heard she came from nothing, she’s too innocent for him.” I lowered my eyes. Damian’s hand pressed against my lower back, it felt possessive. I gasped softly at his touch.

But then, he looks away and walks to the private room in the office, Chris shakes his head and whispers to himself, “The perfect, well mannered, unshaken CEO, now has a loose tie, a messy hair and a smelly alcoholic mouth. Who is this guy? Where did he come from? Who said love, wasn’t a dangerous weapon? The sooner he realizes it, the better for him before someone snatches his billionaire ex-wife.”

Hi, my dearest readers. Goodbye, my despicable billionaire ex has finally come to an end.🥳 I’m thankful to you all for contributing gems, for voting, and for adding my book to your library. May you get every good thing that you deserve. Now that this book has ended, I will chiefly be focusing on billionaire’s abandoned love slave which I hope you all give a chance. It is quite different from this book and contains more of dark themes and a ruthless billionaire psychopath daddy who is also a nymphomaniac and a broke female college student.

"Callan, our whole love story is basically a romance novel." "How so?" He asked, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Hello. I thought you read my books—the ones you found in my closet." "No, I just searched the titles and Googled the best lines." I rolled my eyes, a smile playing on my lips. "Sneaky. But yeah, you're a billionaire, and I was a single mom juggling two jobs. We had a meet-cute, then your loved ones died, your mom went batshit crazy, my ex came back from the dead, and now he's trying to take me away from you."

After dating him for five years, my boyfriend, Jayden Porter, sends me 10 dollars. He asks me to buy our future matrimonial home with that money. That same day, he transfers 3 million dollars to his dream girl, Lina Doux, to buy her a grand detached villa in Centralis. I decided to break up with him out of frustration, but he accuses me of being greedy for money. "Your house is still livable, so why buy another one? When did you become such a gold digger?"

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

Just that tired, empty kind of smile people wear when they’re done pretending not to be hurt. The phone buzzed again. This time it was Jenna from work. Then Simi. Then a number I didn’t recognize, probably some journalist with a sleazy blog. I pressed the phone down against the table and took another sip. Everyone had seen it. The headline still burned behind my eyes: "Married Billionaire Caught Kissing Ex-Fling at Private Resort—Where Was His Wife?" The answer was simple: I was there. In that same damn resort. A few rooms away, humming while I shaved my legs and laid out the lingerie I’d bought just for him.

Right before the wedding, my fiancé asked to postpone it by seven days. All because he wanted to spend time with his childhood sweetheart, who was terminally ill. "This week I am completely free. I want to be with Lily and help her fulfill her last wish." I asked, somewhat taken aback: "Tomorrow is our wedding. Are you trying to humiliate me?" Alexander's eyes darted away, but his tone was firm. "Lily has only a month left to live. I owe her a love story worth remembering." I didn't agree, but Alexander left anyway. The wedding was postponed at the last minute. [Joanna, we won't cross the line. I will give you a grand wedding.] Every day after that, Alexander sent me updates on his itinerary

He's the only guy who kidnapped me after discovering that I was planning to block him. “It won't work. This asshole is deranged, Misha. He never let me go out of the house, never allow me to talk to anyone other than him, he even broke my phone because I kept texting my online boyfriends. I have no choice but to run away from him.” I answered “Aileen, are you an idiot? Girl, you pulled a billionaire! A goddamn billionaire. Endure him a little, or better drain his wealth.” she replied with enthusiasm as if what she said is just picking up trash