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

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.

"Nothing that will cause any harm to your job in the future. I'm not trying to pull Whitehall into a state of bankruptcy. I just want to be the one on top. The one in control." James said nothing. He knew what she was after. It wasn't ambition, it was just the need to get back at David Whitehall for divorcing her. "Do we have a deal, James Carter?" "I gave you my word that I will help you, so yes. We do have a deal." "Good." "What about your sister?" "That's a family issue. Doesn't have to matter to you." "Right." "I'll call you when I get to the States." "When do I expect you? In case there's something I need to get ready for you."

“He’s a billionaire, he can stay in the house for forty years and be fine, what’s the big deal?” “The fact that he’s not fine, I mean for Elizabeth to ask for MY help you have to know it’s serious-“ “You want to do it don’t you?” He asked, his tone turning sharp. “You’re going back to him.” “That’s not what’s happening here, Carter.”

On the other: Emerald Hugo, storming into the auction in her emerald silk dress, with the Hope Jewel necklace in one hand and a diamond-crusted clutch in the other. And beneath the photos, the caption: “From abandoned wife to empire queen: Vanessa resurfaces as Emerald Hugo, CEO of Imperial Holdings. Oh, and she has a son. 👀” My heart stopped. My hands went clammy. I clicked the article attached. Five years after a quiet divorce from heir Michael Michaelson, Vanessa Michaelson has reemerged on the global stage under a new identity: Emerald Hugo, the adopted heiress of the Hugo Dynasty and acting CEO of Imperial Holdings—the very company currently outpacing M&M company in luxury investments.

“Yes. He said he saw us together, and wanted to know if I knew where you were and why you came back to California.” Her eyes widened. “Did you tell him?” “No.” He replied shortly before taking his gaze back to his laptop. She sighed in relief. “He cares about me, but I don’t just get why he refused to let me into the house. He couldn’t stand seeing me body shamed so somehow he made the girl do an apology video.” She smiled as she said those words. Harry took a quick glance at her and let out a chuckle. “I can’t wait for him to accept me back and give me access to his properties.” She giggled. “I’ve missed shopping designers and also traveling for fun.”

It was Lucas and Sabrina who had wronged me. Slightly relieved that Lucas wasn’t at my event, I walked on, graciously greeting guests as I moved through the crowd. “Isn’t it the dazzling queen Elena?” Victor Hart, the handsome billionaire of Hart’s Empire, said, smiling. He had been watching me all night, and I had noticed. The first time I met him was at the wedding of a billionaire I paired with an African princess. We spoke briefly and that was all, though I could tell he wanted the conversation to linger, I didn’t give him room.

she asked me and she went on when I didn’t understand what she meant. “Imagine you hear about a billionaire who got back with his ex-fiancee whom he broke up with years ago. Such news is definitely going to make the headlines on celebrity gossip outlets and it will be a boost to his companies. I believe he’s just trying to use you, Ruby” she explained further and I scoffed as my heart tugged with pain.

she batted her eyelashes at me and I turned to her in surprise. “Dahlia?” I called, as she pulled me in a for a hug, her hand cradling the back of my neck so I could feel the pinch of her acrylic nails. I knew Dahlia, she was the princess of corporate America being the heir to one of the largest finance companies in the US. We had a run-in some years after things had ended with Jessica. We met in a convention and she had hated my guts at first because of my non chalance and my natural disinterest in whatever was going on, but the retreat had stretched out into a drunken party that night and somehow she had ended up in my bed and I never saw her again – except right now and she was sparkling