Novel & Cerita Hell Hath No Fury Like A Billionaire's Ex Novel

I have a date today i can't do that maybe tomorrow. Alicia had spare time on her hands so she decided to update her ‘ how to bag a billionaire’ journal on Alexander Kings .She wrote ‘ the man is almost impossible to crack , seems to have no feelings and the strictest of all the billionaires she met . He seems to have no social life and is a workaholic , apart from him having no record of him having a woman on his life online there's no such evidence of him having a woman in his life in reality too._’ . She closed the journal with a thump wondering if she should quit by the way she had already had Dylan and Dimitri activity chasing her and she would probably agree to officially be in a relati

My chest was heaving as I took fast, short breaths, unable to slow them as fury rushed through my veins. Alex marched toward us from behind Caleb, like a dark storm cloud ready to destroy everything in its path. “Fifty million dollars before interest. My father is a very generous man when he wants to be. I convinced him it would be a worthy investment, and I plan to get every scent back plus interest. ” Caleb said, looking smug, and my stomach dropped to my toes. “What? How?” I breathed, wanting to yell but too stunned to do so. Their resort wasn’t even worth fifty million.

Right now, it was beating erratically and she tried to control her breathing even as she tried to answer her mother, to tell her mother that she was all wrong, she Weruche had no feelings at all for Karis Ilobi, but she couldn't. The older woman's expression gentled, and she put an her daughter. ''Weruche, Karis is rich, this is Woodville, the real e. Woodville billionaire's do not have anything to do with middle class people, let alone people from the slums. They marry fellow billionaire's and earn shares into other multi-million naira companies, and it goes on and on, this your Karis doesn't love you, infact, he cannot even have any regard for you if he's leading you on like this.''

Sherra's Pov The taxi that I am riding in was still far from my house but I could already see Jared's car parked in front of my house. He is standing outside his car and cuddling a woman. I'm not going to guess who is the woman with him because I'm sure that woman is none other than my shameless and pretentious ex-best friend. Cuddling each other in front of my eyes without worrying that someone might see them and it will reach my knowledge. They are both shameless! The two immediately separate when they noticed that a taxi is coming. The taxi where I was in.

“Don’t you dare pin this entirely on me, Shahryar! You’ve been too distracted mourning your ex-wife and flaunting your new bride to care about this business. While you were off on your world tour, I was here, managing everything alone.” The argument escalated, their voices clashing like thunder. But beneath the heated exchange, a deeper betrayal was brewing. Carl’s greed had driven him to siphon company funds into his own accounts, selling off assets under the guise of necessity. And now, the company was teetering on the edge of collapse.

He stopped for a moment, panting heavily. "The case is decided, Natasha will marry Kelvin and Amos will have his child as soon as the child is born," Adrian concluded. "That's it. Thank you, sir Adrian," Kelvin appreciated as he stood up on his feet and walked towards Adrian. He took a slight bow before him while shaking his hands. "This is the oppression of the poor!" Amos cried. "And the oppression of the rich was when you rejected the billionaire's grand baby because you knew very well the humiliation you were about to cause to the Steel's family's name," Madison put in.

might be miserable, but Ashley? Ashley is about to secure the bag. This is enough to secure my future for a life time. Thank you for dying, Arianna. I’m making money without lifting a finger. 50 fucking million. Or should I thank the writer? Thank you author for creating this billionaire fantasy word. This place is strange after all. I’m definitely gaining not losing. And I’ll get more money after the divorce. “Are you listening “ he said. “I’m in my lovely husband.” I said sarcastically.

He couldn't afford the fancy restaurants or boutiques, so he just wandered the streets. Every time Dante and I passed by to inspect our projects, he'd hide in a corner, staring at us with these insanely hurt, remorseful, completely defeated eyes. I didn't care, but it was getting annoying. Especially in Sicily, where there are no secrets. By the tenth day, rumors about the "Wall Street Queen's broke ex-boyfriend coming a thousand miles to win her back" were spreading like wildfire. Every day, my uncles and cousins would pop up to ask if I needed them "fitted for a pair of concrete shoes."