Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

“Just go and check.” I closed the door to my room and turned on the television there. It was already on the channel that spread gossip, and when I read the headlines, I had to blink twice. “Brandon Baker and the mother of his child were caught kissing just a few hours after the news with his ex-wife.” The newscaster went on to say it was probably a way to assure her that he wasn’t going back to his ex-wife, which was me. I scoffed. That couldn’t be true, could it?

“Mrs. Callahan, watch your mouth. Don’t throw out lies like that!” “Lies? I’m only speaking the truth! Your mother runs a gambling den, spends her nights with old addicts. Every time I step outside, people point and whisper about me. Thanks to you two dragging your way into this family, we’ve become the town disgrace!”

“... 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.”

With that, I put my shades on, stood up, and walked majestically to the stage as rounds of applause echoed through the hall. “Hello, everyone,” I said as I reached for the microphone. “My name is Valentina Pierce, and I’m the CEO of Luxera. I ran this brand for years with the help of my assistant and best friend—Hannah. I’d like to brief you on the short history of Lux.” The revelation made headlines for days. [Former wife of billionaire—Nate Standford, who disappeared without a trace three months ago, has returned, publicly sharing the news of their divorce and revealing her ownership of the famous designer brand—Luxera.]

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!!!!”

“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

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.

The words I'd practiced a hundred times flowed naturally. "I was thirty-two years old. Married three years. Mother to a seven-year-old daughter. I thought I had a good life. A successful fashion business. A loving husband. A beautiful child. Then I discovered my husband had borrowed fifty million dollars in my name, faked his death, and disappeared. Leaving me with the debt, the mafia, and a daughter who thought her father was dead." The audience was silent. Listening.