He Wants Her Back: The Billionaire’s Leading Lady Novels & Stories

Andrew's warning cycling in her mind like a mantra. Her phone vibrated, but this time, it was a notification from the trending news. Ashley unlocked her phone, ready to swipe it aside, but a name caught her eye. “The lost Billionaire Jordan Millers resurrects with a new conquest.” The words read each letter, taunting Ashley to the bone. Ashley opened the notification as she revealed a picture of Jordan and a brunette woman with him. She felt her breath hitch, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her heart curled in pain, making her stagger as she let the wall support her.

If only Elena knew what games she was playing with me, she wouldn't have agreed to participate at all… because she was only to end up with a broken heart once it was all over. Damien didn't want her or me for who we were because he didn't give a fuck about love or personality. All he wanted was the heiress of Hale Dynasty because it was the third biggest company in the country. Elena, as foolish as she was, hadn't realized that yet. That was why he still had her wrapped around his fingers. I, on the other hand, wasn't going to let him have a dime from the wealth my parents worked hard to grow. I was going to take him down right after making my sister see him for who he was; nothing but a sel

Kem was busy trying to fix things with Heather that he did not realize how distant Jae was from him… Heather why are you doing this to me? I will never allow you to ever touch me again… As long as Sheila is around you can forget about me… The bitch does not know her place and you do not deserve my loyalty…. Heather were did you transfer my money to? Sorry Kem that was my money … Or did you forget I used my family inheritance to help fund your new corporation… Let’s see how long you manage to keep your company…

I stopped in front of him. I looked at him. He looked at me. I said: "I came back to this life to survive it." He said: "I know." I said: "I didn't plan to want it." He held my gaze. He said: "I know." I said: "I want it." He looked at me. He said: "I know." He took my hand. We left. She had come back to this life to survive it. She had survived it. And now — finally, wholly, without calculation — she was living it.

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.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

I threw back at her. "My condition before I say anything else." She took another lazy drag, watching me. I willed my anger to rest while thoughts in my head wheeled. "What's the condition?" "Hailey's position, I want it. It's rightfully mine." She uttered. "What?" I was a bit befuddled. "Take me back as your wife. Let the public know me as the wife of the CEO of Astra-Z Corporation."

Seen the person he'd been years ago, before he'd built his empire, before he'd created this family, when he'd been alone and fighting to survive against forces that wanted to control him. She deserved better than that. Deserved the kind of opportunity he'd had. Deserved people who would stand with her instead of against her. And if Phoenix and Orion thought his interest was more personal than professional—well. They were wrong. Probably. Most likely. He was just being strategic. Just investing in someone with potential. Just doing what any good employer would do. The fact that he'd thought about her more in the past twenty-four hours than he'd thought about any business decision in months—th

She hadn’t responded to money, which meant there was only one thing she actually wanted. Marry her. Fix the mess you created. Don’t come back until you have a ring on her finger. Which meant I needed her. The only path back to my company ran through a woman I had already discarded, except she wasn’t a ghost anymore. She was Elena Hart, the same woman I had dismissed without hesitation, now holding enough power to decide whether I had a future. I picked up my keys and left. The Voss estate stood above the city like it always had, lit from within so it looked warm, but the moment I stepped inside, the illusion thinned into something colder, something that had never needed to pretend.

Without Zoey—no, Celine—they were nothing. I need to make this right, he thought. I need to win her back. But how? His mind raced through possibilities, each one seeming more impossible than the last. She was the president’s daughter now, surrounded by people who truly valued her. What could he offer her that she didn’t already have? The door to his office creaked open, breaking his spiraling thoughts. He looked up to see Marta, one of the household maids, standing hesitantly in the doorway.