Novel & Cerita He Wants Her Back: The Billionaire’s Leading Lady

‘Is it true you are a Countess? ‘How did you meet him?’ They were spinning her around shouting question after question with flashes going off in her face and she was genuinely frightened, ‘Get away from me’ She slapped at their hands, ‘Stop touching me’ She pushed them away from her. ‘Aww come on darling, just answer us a few questions’ ‘Yeah, come on pretty girl the whole world wants to see your face’ ‘Are you with him for his money?’ Katrina went cold, this is what she had dreaded, Caleb was a billionaire and she was a nobody, not a model or a film star like all his ‘other’ women. ‘What made her so special?’

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

What was going on? "Antonio, you're back." I tried to smile at him even though a sick feeling had suddenly begun in the pit of my stomach. I just knew that the woman's presence spelled disaster. She was tall, with big, blue eyes and a well made up face. She had on a fitted white suit with sky high heels. She was beautiful and classy while I was in an old T shirt and shorts, cleaning. I felt embarrassed at her seeing me like this. Why hadn't Antonio warned me that he was bringing a guest over? I could have at least made an effort to look presentable or made myself scarce.

She said with a bright smile and I nodded. "Let's talk about the deal then, give me more details as to why you suddenly want to get married to me." I questioned holding up a seat for her whole she smiled before taking her seat as she stared at the spacious office for a minute. "It is nice meeting you Daniel Rodrigo and I'm glad you've considered the deal because...." She went silent holding up her breath. "Because if you haven't considered, you would have throwed me out in am instant. I just need revenge and you're the only one I see fit into the drama." She ended with a fierce, stern look.

Suddenly, I switched it up, “For three good years that we dated, you never even told me you were this rich, that you were the son of a major top dog in new york or that your lineage possessed such treasure. Now, you have grown up to have alot of money Ace, you're a wealthy man and I have grown to be obsessed with that. Your wealth is so freaking addictive, it makes me wish we never broke up.” Rounding him, I continued, “But now that a billionaire like you wants me, I think it’s fair I also deserve something of value to you. So for money sake, I'm willing to forgive the mistakes of the past. If I have to come back into your life even after everything, then I need a tangible compensation and t

He glanced over at Kevin, who was now happily bouncing the ball against the couch, before turning back to Cameron. “But to be honest, I am afraid,” he confessed, his voice dropping lower. The billionaire’s usual confident posture softened, his expression turning somber. “I have this fear that one day she will not come back to me. That the pull he has on her will finally win. You can see it in the way she looks at him… she still loves him. Deeply. Even after everything he did to her.” Cameron sat down on the edge of a nearby armchair, her brow furrowing with sympathy. She had watched the complicated triangle unfold for months now — Destiny’s cold revenge mixed with genuine residual desire, Wi

Callum sat behind his desk, glancing through the paper absently — until one headline caught his attention. “Hale Heiress Returns Home.” He froze. There, on the front page, was a clear photo of Zephyrine. Dressed in white, smiling, standing beside Edmund Hale. She looked radiant. Healthier. Untouchable. The paper trembled slightly in his hand. His assistant noticed. “Sir, are you alright?” He didn’t answer. His eyes stayed fixed on the picture, and for the first time in years, something inside him cracked open again.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

She had heard that a mansion here would cost at least $50 billion. She now comprehends how the man is able to give her $100,000 every week. Who is the man she married, exactly? Who is he, exactly? What is his identity?' She asked quietly, but her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she were not surprised to be here. However, if you closely watched her, you would notice that she was surprised.

Engaged to Jude Morrow until recently, the night he’d rescued her from a warehouse. The front doors opened. She stepped through. Steel in her shoulders, determination in her eyes. “You’re Grace’s grandson,” she said. “I am. William Chen. Boss of Black Herd.” “You’re the man who saved me.” “Yes,” he admitted. “Did you know?” “No. I didn’t connect the dots until after I agreed.” She laughed sharply. “Of course. The man who pulled me off a rooftop ends up my arranged marriage prospect. Fate or the universe laughing?”