Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.

I love you all. Stay healthy, wealthy and cheerful. With endless gratitude and love, The Author. THE END? Not really. Book 2, ON YOUR KNEES MR. BILLIONAIRE continues in the next chapter where we see the challenges of their fairytale marriage. Kindly walk with me, let's enjoy that journey as well.

Tears ran silently down my cheeks, soaking into the soft cotton of my pillowcase as I stared at the university gossip forum. The main headline sat right at the top of the page, pinned for the entire campus to see: FROM TIMID EX TO ROSTER WHORE: HOW CASSY AMORE SLEPT HER WAY THROUGH THE GOLDEN TRIO. Underneath the title was a blurry photo of me standing in the penthouse kitchen with Chase from earlier today, followed by paragraphs of pure, vicious lies.

I was wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimed and I looked up expecting to see another regular. But it was not a regular. A tall man walked in wearing a dark suit. He had sharp gray eyes and perfectly styled dark hair. He moved with the kind of confidence that came from money and power. I stared at him for a second because he looked familiar but I could not place him. Then he looked directly at me and my heart stopped. I knew who it was. The boy who had asked me out six years ago in college and told me he loved me. The boy I had rejected for Lucas. Leon Hart, my billionaire Ex boyfriend.

“Everyone here knows there's no way someone like you could afford the amount of money you just spent.. One point five billion dollars? Please...." I took a step forward. “The truth is, you never intended to buy that necklace in the first place. You only started bidding because you couldn't bear the thought of my husband getting back the necklace his grandmother left for him as her final wish.” “And suddenly,” I continued mockingly, “you transformed into some billionaire genius, throwing around impossible figures as though money grows on trees.” I scoffed. “Tell me, Bianca... Where exactly did a woman like you get one point five billion dollars from?”

The engagement to Ronald was supposed to sanitize that narrative--until she torched it all for some nobody. And now? Just as the world bought into her poor-little-rich-girl-finds-true-love fairytale? She gets caught tongue-deep with her ex in a parking garage? The media cyclone was instant, [ MT Group Heiress Cecilia Martin's Parking Lot Tryst with Ex-Fiancé! ] Sources confirm the newlywed was seen-- --let's say revisiting old investments hours ago. Public outrage, shareholder panic, and vicious speculation threatened to drown MT Group whole.

Why was she out in such short period of time? Well, I guess money and affluence do work a lot in the world that we live in now. "Elisha? What are you doing here? And what am I doing here as well?" My words came out in a low whisper. "And if it isn't the Almighty Emily who has who has stolen the heart of the two most richest bachelors in the city," she chuckled. "Have you missed me?" "Elisha, I don't know how I ended up here and I really don't want to know, just please take me out of here i won't tell anyone about this," I stared at her with pleading eyes.

Emilia’s death, already fragile in the public memory, had now been repackaged for headlines and hashtags. “Callum Stone Resigns Amid Alleged Affair Scandal.” “Lover or Liability? The Woman Who Brought Down a Billionaire.” “Sources Suggest Emilia Rhodes Knew About Long-Term Infidelity.” That one hit like a punch to the ribs. I sat on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through the carnage. Photos of me and Callum—some old, others disturbingly recent—splashed across news sites and gossip blogs. One paparazzi shot showed us from just last week, leaving a bookstore together, his hand low on my back.

To millions of anonymous people who know absolutely nothing about the truth, I am the bitter, desperate slut who simply couldn't let go of her billionaire ex-husband. Sitting in the back of a dark airport cab, watching the rain streak the window, I finally put my head in my hands and weep.

That made them all laugh. Nichole broke the hug first, and refilled her glass. She was an alcoholic, leave it to her, and she would finish the whole dozen. "Girls, we should take this CEO down. 'Celebrity billionaire gets destroyed by his ex and her friends after he dumps her' now that sounds like a news worthy headline." Genevieve lips curled in a smile, "I like the sound of that, let's make him pay for the six years he put our friend through hell."