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

“I can tell her to go fuck herself if you want.” “I was serious when I said I’m not a fragile flower,” I said, annoyed. “I know.” He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist. “It’s just… I don’t know how I’d react if I had to deal with one of your evil exes all the time.” “Yeah you do. You’d be Mr. Confident Billionaire Badass and intimidate the hell out of him so he’d leave me alone forever.” “Yeah… that’s true, I’d totally do that,” he said, looking up into the distance like he was actually giving it serious thought.

Wealthy people are always so full of themselves and they keep matching you without bothering when you keep giving them the chance. "What the hell do you want from me?," I yelled, it was better to know what he wants from the beginning. If it was something I wouldn't be able to keep up with, I could just state a time I would return his money. He glared at me as usual, his eyes were so intimidating and I wanted the earth to open up and take me in until he leaves. He began to come down from the stairs, taking a step after the other until he got to me. He shook his head and dipped his hand into his pockets.

Carson demanded in an inpatient tone and Brenda immediately brought out her phone. She visited her I*******m app and searched for Nora's username on it. It brought out her pictures and she immediately showed it to Carson. Immediately Carson set his eyes on the picture, he screamed out in shock. "Oh my goodness! This is her! This is the bitch who betrayed me," Carson screamed out and slowly brought down his voice realizing that he might draw attention. Brenda stared at him like one who has gone nuts. "Do you know what you're saying? This lady is the Ex-wife of a popular billionaire who goes by the name Rufus Williams. She is currently engaged to his brother, this lady is my boss. How can she

Alexia Lodge? Now it's gonna be lovely to see how many months is this marriage gonna stay and when will Mr. Knight get bored of his new wife and go back to his playboy ways. Now this was an interesting news, but who would dare to write such a news which was against my dear ex husband. Well I know who. And I'm gonna call the company's CEO right away and share my good mood. Ethan Knight

Lila’s POV “If you ever want to feel like a snack in a room full of sharks, just walk into a billionaire’s foyer wearing a leather jacket and a look that says you’re ready to commit several light felonies.” The Hartley mansion didn't just look like money; it looked like the kind of place where joy went to be strangled by silk curtains and silent help. It was cold, cavernous, and currently, it was the den of the girl who had tried to set my life—and my stepbrother—on fire.

he says casually, lips curving into that infuriating half-smirk. There it is. The line. The one that lands like a punch. I stare at him, really stare. The man who once slept on my couch because he missed the bus. The boy who used to trace patterns on my back when he couldn’t sleep. Now a billionaire with a penthouse key and a talent for ruining my life in new and creative ways. “This is a nightmare,” I say. “If it helps,” he replies, “I didn’t plan it this way.” I scoff. “You don’t plan a lot of things, Leo. You just let them happen and deal with the damage later.”

***Elena's POV*** I wanted Hartwell torn apart piece by piece. I wanted Marcus to feel what it was like to lose control of something he thought belonged to him. I wanted Vivienne to choke on whatever lies she had told to stand beside him. I wanted the board, the executives, the polished parasites, the whole rotten structure that had helped bury me, to begin to collapse under its own greed. And I had the perfect place to begin. I looked at Dominic again. He was still unconscious, still quiet, still impossibly difficult to read.

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.