Ex-husband Unmasked: He's A Billionaire Novels & Stories

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

It was not that easy. “Why does everything have to do with my ex-husband? My world does not revolve around him, Christina.” “Exactly. Your world does not revolve around him. So if that's the case, you will accept my challenge. You will come with me and you will meet Josh. He’s a billionaire, too, Beatrice. Like your ex-husband. He can give you everything you want. You don't need to work, okay?” “A billionaire, huh? He's not part of the mafia?”

My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online. I was right. Vladimir Lewis, my husband, is a fucking billionaire in his own rights!

It showed how I got kicked down by Christopher and was exposed by Jessica. At the end of the video, I was drenched in wine and crumpled on the ground. The video showed my face clearly. The caption read, 'Ex-husband of successful businesswoman, Jessica Goldenfold, left her when she was riddled with heart disease. He did it for money. Now that she's rich, he lied to her and claimed he donated his heart to her. He did it for money.' Just like that, a nobody like me went viral. The Internet exploded. Everyone knew that Jessica had an ex-husband who knew no shame at all. They found out how heartless I was to the woman who loved me.

"I also leave all the money in my investments, offshore accounts, and my current banking accounts, worth one hundred billion dollars." "That's impossible!" Belinda exclaimed as she stood up from the couch. Her voice caused an echo in the sitting room, and everyone looked at me. "My husband didn't write that will! He wouldn't have left so much money to his bastard child and not me!" She fumed. "I've been his wife for 43 years and was the one who helped him get everything that he had! I am the one who built his empire and got him where he was!"

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.

As they entered the ballroom together, the whispers began almost immediately. “Isn’t that Celine Santos?” one woman murmured behind a gold fan, her gaze fixed on the pair. “Yes, the president’s daughter,” her companion replied, her tone intrigued. “But do you know who’s with her? That’s Caleb Alcantara. Her ex-husband.” “Ex-husband?” “They were married years ago. It didn’t last long—rumor has it he treated her terribly back then.”

If only he hadn’t promised her that he would not disturb her again, he would have gone to ask her for more money. Going back on his former decision, he picked up his bottle of booze and took another large chug of it, then got up and turned on his small television, so that he could at least, have some sound in the room. He didn’t even bother watching it, but he soon heard a name that made his head jerk up. It was Tracy’s name, and the news that he was hearing shocked him more than he had thought that he could be shocked. Apparently, the guy whom she was getting married to – the same guy whom she had said was not rich, was a freaking billionaire.

"Elise? What are you doing here at 9 p.m. with your tote bag? Did you and your poor husband fight? Did he finally leave you because you are too poor?" Elise burst into tears. "He is not poor!" "What?" "He is not poor, Sophie! He is a billionaire! Britain's richest man! Chairman Blackwood! £98 billion! He lied to me for 73 days! He owns my building! He bought Dior! He... he..." Sophie dropped the baby bottle. "Billionaire? Your husband? That quiet guy who wore Uniqlo? Billionaire? Elise, did you hit your head?" Elise showed her the Wikipedia page, the photos, the news articles. Ethan Blackwood spotted with mystery florist wife at Claridge's.

Harrison muttered, leaning back in his chair. He clicked on a link that led to a news article from years ago. The headline read: Wealthy Entrepreneur Files Lawsuit Against Ex-Fiancée for Fraud. Harrison scanned the article, his eyes narrowing as he recognized a familiar name, Susan’s mother. “Gotcha,” he said under his breath, printing out the article. Later that evening, Astor sat at the dining table, his fingers drumming against the wood as he waited for Harrison to return. Susan walked in, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached him.