Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel Novels & Stories

The plan that had been in place before the first conversation and the ninety seconds it had taken for the plan to become irrelevant. I told her about the full scale of the wealth. The real number. Not the softened version or the managed version but the actual figure that put the word billionaire in a different category entirely and required a different word that didn't exist yet so the people closest to him had invented one. I told her about Kelvin's gym and the photograph Ella had found and the three second silence on the phone when I had asked whether Maria had ever met Kelvin. I told her about the call at midnight. I'm still marrying you.

“I never knew that.” “No one does. Not the real story.” He paused, and his jaw tightened. “Her name was Elaine. She was smart. Charming. Said she loved the business.” A short, quiet laugh. “Two hours before the wedding, she was gone. She took money from the safe. She took company secrets and sold them.” My breath caught. “Did you love her?” He looked out at the dark water. “I loved who she pretended to be. The woman I asked to marry me… she never existed.”

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“Yeah. That.” Six months back, I was at rock bottom, at twenty-five, drowning in school loans, paintings rotting in a shitty walk-up that smelled like mold and fuck-ups. Side jobs stopped paying, and ramen was my inspiration. Then the charity auction at the Met. Black-tie crap, me in a borrowed suit, sipping weak whiskey at the bar. Cara walked in like a storm in red silk, turned heads and dropped jaws. Whispers followed her: the woman who’d ripped her billionaire ex apart in the divorce, walked off with half his tech world. Victor whatever, the dumb bastard. She’d been rich from birth, daddy’s a Wall Street shark, but that payout made her bulletproof.

Williams said evenly. “Your friend will be back tonight.” She says. “Do you prefer sedans or SUVs?” she queried, holding her phone in a way that suggested she was fully capable of ordering a car with a mere click of a button. “Any color preference?” “You’re going to have to excuse me before I set this place on fire,” I told her and stomped out onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette and glaring at the skyline like it owed me something. What have I gotten myself into, I know I need money but not in this way. I love my privacy. This is unreal. Less than twenty-four hours earlier, I’d been sleeping in a parking lot. Now I'm a billionaire.

“What am I going to do, Tasha?” Tasha sat beside her and took her hand. “First thing: forget them. You’re not staying down, you hear me? You can stay here for as—” The screen behind them flickered again. “We interrupt this program for breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut in. Alaya and Tasha turned their heads in unison. “Billionaire Darius Westwood, who made headlines earlier today after proposing to Janelle Brooks, has just been confirmed dead following a high-speed car accident. Authorities say his vehicle struck a median and flipped several times before catching fire…”

My boyfriend, Sean Conway, tells me he wants to get married and asks me to wear a wedding dress to the company's annual party. I think he's finally going to propose. So I show up in the most beautiful wedding gown I can find, bouquet in hand, and confess my love to him in front of the entire company. Suddenly, his sweet, innocent-looking secretary, Hannah Sloan, storms over and dumps an entire cup of coffee on me. "You shameless, ugly bitch! Just because you landed a nine-figure deal, you think you can steal my husband? You slut! Keep running your mouth, and I'll shut it for you!" Sean has always been a stickler for the rules, but instead of standing up for me, he accuses me of violating

Megan: I sent you the money, naughty girl. You won! I told you he cares for you. I know you don’t remember what happened, but let me tell you this: he scooped you up and carried you into his arms. He glanced at you like you were the most beautiful girl in town (even if I was there!!), and assured you that nothing was going on between him and his ex. You’re such a lucky girl! I hope this makes your head spin more. Xoxo

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

"I found out few days before our wedding was cancelled. I didn't want you to feel that I'm marrying you for your money. I'm sorry....." "I'll have you know that this news is very disheartening Thea and what would it matter if I helped you? Isn't it what I'm supposed to do? We were supposed to not keep things from each other if you can remember Thea!" He said to her. "But you keep on doing it every. Single. Time, I hope you like it the way it is then. I pray I would finally feel content knowing that the only reason attaching you to me is gone. She's gone," he said to her before walking out of her place.