Kicked Out, She Came Back A Billionairess Novels & Stories

"You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore." I swallowed hard, feeling the discomfort rise inside me. "But I want to, Jensen. I want to do this for myself. It's not a matter of needing it. It's a matter of feeling capable and independent. In the past, I was just a silly, futile girl living under the wings of my rich father, and then, living under your wings, and when all this ended and I was left alone, I suffered, Jensen, I suffered horribly. I had to rise up the hardest way possible, life taught me to value little and much and taught me humility and compassion. I became a new woman, an

I mocked her. “How did you hear about this auction? It was struck by invitation,” she boosted. “You seem to have forgotten I'm an heiress now or did you lose your memory like you lost today?” I mocked her even more. “You think you have won just because of today or because you have mummy and daddy's money backing you,” she said, “but remember it was I that brought it all crashing down the last time and I can still do the same again,” she continued not playing with her words.

But this number was different. “One thousand," she said. I sat at my desk. “One thousand women in a single month," she said. "Across the network. Last month was nine hundred and seventy-two. This month crossed the threshold.” “One thousand," I said. "Yes." I sat with it. My mother had tried to give twelve million dollars to a company that would have returned it to her daughters as a foundation for their futures. The money had been stolen. She had been silenced. That twelve million dollars, found and returned through the long work of justice and rebuilding, had built something that now helped one thousand women a month.

"Stacey even had to quit her job." "I would never!" another shivered. Soon, all of their voices started to fade as they exited the toilet and Alice was starting to think that they would never get to hear anything more than a few gossips when some voices came in. "One could totally tell that those shoes were fake." "I know right, how could she ever afford the real deal?" "Guys, I think it's original. Didn't you hear she got herself a rich sugar daddy?" "Such a b*tch! How shameless!"

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

I just want to lift myself from this mattress and disappear to a place that is less cruel, or a place where feelings do not exist. I wanted to scream in her face at the reason why she had not left me to die on that cold night. The same set of people pretend to care at early encounters, but once they find your existence threatening, or less useful, they drain the remaining life in you. This occurs mostly by the wealthy fellows, and here is another one who has an indecent reason to keep me in her abode. There was no way on earth I would tell her my past life for her to feed her fake pity. Never

“Keep the change. I don't want anyone bothering me again, okay?” She seemed to have pulled herself out of whatever daze she was in because, in less than a minute, I watched her scoop all of the cash, before stuffing it into her apron. I rolled my eyes as I watched her exit my table. Every one of them in here was the same thing; gold diggers hiding under the guise of trying to earn an honest living. They would go to any lengths to make sure that their dirty secrets didn't come out, and in fact, it reminded me of …”

‘’Do I have to tell you my reason for wanting this? ‘’yes,’’ I nodded. ‘’or are you marrying me because of my family’s wealth, right?’’ She frowned at me, and then her phone started ringing again. She picked it from the table, pressed her fingers on the switch, and then dropped it into her bag.‘’ Listen, Christian,‘’ she looked at me. ‘’ I am in a bit of a dilemma, and you already know about my sister and ex-boyfriend…I just want to…’’ she paused and heaved a deep sigh. ''' I need to get powerful alright, and by doing that, it would make me get revenge on them and... '''

"I know who you are." I look at her. This woman who five years ago I let walk out of a building carrying my child and my future and never once asked what I was throwing away. This woman who came back anyway — not for me, she was very clear about that, but she came back and she is standing three feet from me saying I know who you are like it is the simplest truth in the world. I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She lets me. Her eyes stay on mine.

“I would love for you to know what it means to go against the first trillionaire in the world. I might not have gotten the reinvestigation through to the office of the attorney general, but I would be glad to have you thrown out of the high-class neighbourhood your sugar daddy bought you, and back to the rat hole you crawled from.” She was about to fire back, because I could see the sheen of tears in her eyes, the redness in her cheeks and exposed chest, the way her eyebrow and lower right eye twitched, as did the side of her lip; but before she could say anything, Kirill turned to me with the same smile.