روايات وقصص ضمن Ex Wife Of A Billionaire

“It didn't say I had to die.” “I paid you extra for the death, didn't I?” “You did.” The man shrugged. “But all I'm saying is... you can still pay me more. You can do better.” He chuckled. “You're a billionaire after all.” “And the only reason I stay a billionaire,” Victor replied without emotion, “is because I don't let lazy pieces of shit blackmail me.” “Well...” the man leaned back comfortably. “I can always go find your wife and tell that poor girl you tricked her.”

“Mia. You don’t have to be stubborn.” I smiled bitterly. It was never about money. I had married him when I had nothing. I would leave him with nothing too. Because the only thing I ever wanted from him wasn’t something money could buy. And he had never given it to me. “I’ll be fine,” I repeated. >>>> The following days passed quickly. Once I made my decision, everything became easier. I resigned from NovaTech. The apartment I owned before my marriage was sold. The other properties under my name were handed over to agencies for management and sale.

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

More than anything else she had said so far. “When we get home,” she continued, turning back to Cassie, “I’ll give you everything your parents left behind. Every document, every detail you’ll need to understand what’s really going on.” Frederick swallowed hard, his throat dry, the realization settling in like something heavy and immovable. His ex-wife… The heiress to the Blackridge empire. A name that dominated rankings, that stood at the very top, far beyond anything the Novarion Group could compete with.

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

He called again, but softly this time. “It's Harper.” She said and he gulped. He ran his eyes on her body again and let out a chuckle. “It's you. It's really you. How have you been?” He asked nervously. “If you want to have a conversation with me, you have to make an appointment. Have a nice day, Mr. Blackwell.” She said and walked away before he could say anything else. Xavier remained on a spot as he watched her walk away. His ex-wife has returned and she returned as a billionaire. Five years ago she was nothing, she really had nothing.