Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Novels & Stories

Blue sat at the table coloring quietly, unaware that the headlines had already started spreading. I looked down at my screen. BLACKWOOD DIVORCE SECRETS RESURFACE Hidden Child Rumors Surround Billionaire CEO Sources Question Timeline of Marriage Collapse Jesus Christ. The leak had spread faster than I expected. I opened the article anyway. Mistake. They framed Elara exactly the way I knew they would. Quiet wife. Mysterious disappearance. Speculation about infidelity. Questions about paternity timelines carefully disguised as “industry curiosity.” Cowards. Every single one of them.

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

Charles called softly and she looked at him in tears. “It's okay,” he muttered and pulled her into a hug. She cried in his arms and he ran his hand through her hair. Just when she thought she was going to start over and have a new life, somehow, she got humiliated over her mistake again. She recalled the headlines again. “New York Billionaire, Xalia Harper, seen with Zade Vale at the ball last night. She seems to have done what is best known for to get Zade Vale, being a whore.”

Faced with betrayal, I killed whatever mercy I had left. At the board meeting that afternoon. I plugged a flash drive into the computer and cast it onto the huge screen. Every executive in the room gasped. It wasn’t a business plan. It was Jax’s personal bank statements. "Three months ago. Presidential Suite at the Peninsula. Fifty-eight grand." "Two months ago. Private jet rental to Miami. A hundred and two grand." "Last week. Custom Patek Philippe. A hundred and twenty-six grand."

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.

"It's your decision. Your family." "That's what I wanted to hear." Relief colored his tone. "Emma was worried you might... complicate things." I pressed my hand against my stomach, where a tiny life was growing. A complication he didn't even know existed yet. "I won't complicate anything," I promised. "Good. Goodnight, Olivia." His footsteps retreated. I waited until the house was quiet, until I heard his door close down the hall. Then I pulled out my laptop and searched for apartments in different cities. Places where Damien Ross's money and influence couldn't reach.

She herself had a social media account with a large following, she did occasional advert and got a considerable income, she was not the character of spending money indiscriminately, so she had fairly enough money to get by. She never spent Maxim’s money. Of course, there was a more important reason why she held back from spending Maxim’s money. Everyone in the city said that she loved Maxim because of his money and status. That was why she never spent a cent of his money. And since she didn’t spend any of his money before, it felt unnecessary to spend it now. His Grandpa paid compensation, plus she sold True Love's Heart, and got a lot of money for it. She was also now a rich woman worth ove

ELENA I could not sleep. I turned beneath the covers more times than I could count, my mind circling around whether Adrian's family would believe any of this, what they'd ask, what I'd say. A contract. A fake marriage. A job with an absurd salary attached to it. It was supposed to be simple. Nothing about it felt simple anymore. I eventually fell asleep from exhaustion. When I opened my eyes again, sunlight was already cutting through the curtains, and for a moment I had no idea where I was. Then it came back all at once....the mansion, Elias, Adrian.

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

Chapter 150: One Secret Out. WILLIAMS The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. I sat on the couch with a glass of red wine, watching the chaos unfold on my phone screen. Every blog, every gossip page… they were all talking about her. Vicky. My sweet, stupid ex-wife. The hashtags were trending: #GoldDiggerVicky #RueDeservesBetter I scrolled, taking in every nasty comment with a smile that kept stretching wider.