Love Forgiven My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

I huffed but nodded anyway, because deep down inside by heart, I knew such thing would never happen because I had pushed the only woman that I'd ever loved away. The woman who had diligently loved me that I had disregarded as nothing but a prostitute. I couldn't believe I was saying this but I truly missed Allison and wished I could turn back time to undo all my mistakes. “Let me leave you to get ready. I will see you at the wedding.” I said. “By the way, you look good, bro.” “Thanks, bro.” Liam darted me a smile, which I returned before exiting the room. We were currently in Barcelona for his and his fiancée's wedding. They had both met in Spain and had dated for about three years before de

by her ruthless billionaire. Love, Blaq.

"It was necessary. That marriage deal is what was stopping us from accepting our feelings from one another. I know that you've been straying away from me because of that. I hated it that we couldn't be something more, because I really do want more than that." Veena gasped when he took out a small velvet box and he kneeled on one knee. "Veena Harrison. You were my wife but this time I wanted to make this marriage between us right. No more marriage contracts, no more business deals. The first woman I have ever loved and bedded. The first woman who has ever captured this ruthless billionaire's heart. Will you marry me?" Tears flowed down her cheeks and she hugged Lois tightly. "Yes." Lois sighe

“One day someone will prove you wrong. RIVERA CORPORATION ‎- Evening - ‎Elena stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor windows in her office. Her phone screen reflected in the window. ‎One name stared back at her. ‎Adrian Vale. ‎Elena tightened her grip on the phone, her reflection staring back at her from the glass windows. ‎Five years ago, she had walked away from him without looking back. It had been necessary... or at least that was what she kept telling herself. ‎The accident that followed weeks later had erased every memory of her. When she first heard the news, she didn't know whether to feel relieved or guilty. ‎There must be a reason for everything after all. This is an opportunity sh

“I don’t care. I want a divorce. And I’m not changing my mind.” Caleb let out a low, mocking snort, leaning back in his chair with the ease of someone entirely unconcerned by the storm he had stirred. His smirk was infuriatingly casual, as though her declaration was little more than a minor inconvenience. “A divorce?” he drawled, his tone laced with disbelief. “Let’s be honest—this marriage was never built on love. I married you because Father pitied you, thought you deserved a family. And now? Now I’m in love with Linda. And you… you’re upset about it?”

In the past, I had envisioned a warm penthouse, porch lights staying on all night, two sets of shoes at the entrance, mine and Tavian's, and laughter at the kitchen island as we took our breakfasts, before going to work. After his betrayal, in the two months that I had been preparing their engagement, I had envisioned a different life. A small apartment, just for one, a slow weekend, just me, movies, and designing in the guest room.. But pregnancy? And then marriage to some old, probably bitter and twisted billionaire, with a sagging belly and receding forehead? That I refused to accept! " Liora? You have always been so virtuous, so innocent, who would have probably thought that you had such

she looks amazing. “Oh my goodness Lisa, you look amazing,” Vic said, hugging her. “What about you?” She faced me. “You have no words for your future board member?” “You look beautiful and thank you for taking up my offer,” I said, hugging her. “But I have to ask. What brought about this answer?” I asked her. “Despite the love I think I had for my ex-husband, being married to him made me lose my self esteem,” she said. “I mean I wasn't working or making any money of my own.”

Would she ever forgive him? Did he even deserve to be forgiven? ****** At the Sinclair estate, Mrs. Sinclair stood in her grand living room, staring at the television in disbelief. The news broadcast played before her, showing her son, her proud, arrogant son, on his knees, begging Cassia for another chance. Begging to get back together. Did that even make sense? Her fingers dug into the armrest of the couch as she read the caption: "DARVAN SINCLAIR PUBLICLY HUMILIATED AS EX-LOVER WALKS AWAY WITH HIS UNCLE, WHO HAPPENS TO BE HER FIANCÉ."