Novel & Cerita His Billionaire Ex Wife

he smiled looking away from her "Nevermind about it" "I'm sorry, I lost my memory, so I don't really remember anyone" "Oh." he said in realization. "You're the son-of the-chairman's wife, right?" "Yea…how do you know?" "Nothing, just do" "You're a more horrible liar" "Ha-ha-ha" he burst out laughing and she wondered what about that was funny as she stared at the way his eyes cringed up while he laughed. "I'm a famous swimmer dumbass, and I work as an ambassador to your husband's dumb company"

"Mr Adams Carter Ma'am, he stopped by and asked to pick up Diane, he said he was her father, a renowned billionaire wouldn't lie about that so that's why—" "Excuse me?" Alicia cut her off. "You gave my daughter to Adams!" She yelled. "Do you even hear yourself Miss Phobe?" She scoffed in disbelief. "That's literally the most stupidest and dumbest thing I've ever heard! How dare you give my daughter to some renowned billionaire!" She yelled, sarcastically laying emphasis on her last statement.

Everyone had a good perception of Hailee so in their minds they guessed that she would be the new wife of the richest billionaire in the world, Wyatt Earlson. The chefs and servants began gossiping in the kitchen when they saw the way the master treated Hailee compared to how he treated Ria. The butler sighed and shook his head after listening to the gossips. Soon, it spreaded throughout the entire mansion that they were divorced and Wyatt has decided to marry his lover. The Earlson family members rejoiced over it. Ally texted their cousins and relatives to spread the news. They were over the moon that Ria was gone. She would only taint the family's name if she were to stay. What a disgrace,

“Then what answer would satisfy you?” Before Alexandra could open her mouth and speak he added. “That I feel in love with my ex wife after seeing her a week after our divorce and wanted to find out more about her which led to me keeping the spy in her multi-billion dollar company? Is that what you wish to hear, Alexandra?"

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

Some articles described Mia as a woman trapped between two different men, while others shamelessly revealed Jim’s identity as the billionaire’s long-lost son without showing even the slightest concern for his privacy. My jaw immediately tightened because I could tolerate attacks directed toward me, but I refused to allow anyone to drag my son into a public spectacle. Jim had done nothing wrong, and he deserved the chance to grow up without becoming entertainment for gossip magazines and online tabloids. I pressed another number before waiting only a few seconds for someone to answer. “Good morning, Mr. Black,” my head attorney answered professionally. “There is nothing good about this mornin

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

His eyes turned sharp, and he even grabbed my head, pulling it close until our faces were inches apart. “Why do you keep talking about divorce, Isla Grace? You’ve got it good being my wife—enjoying the luxury of this house and serving me just like always. What exactly is missing, huh?” he snapped. “Not just any woman can easily become my wife!” I shot back at my husband, then shoved him away.

World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course. They made a whooping sum of 30 billion dollars and guess the model most voted for. Yes, Penelope’s yapping the few days to the wedding had paid off. Wife of billionaire business mogul, Cillian Van Hawthorne and mother of her now cold husband. It felt very weird, she now had a husband. One who hated her guts but a husband regardless. “Kallista,” She smiled at her, a smile which she found a bit unsettling. “I don't know what to say about my son marrying a woman different from Penelope at the altar of God.”