Ex-husband Unmasked: He's A Billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

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!

"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!"

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

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.