My Billionaire Ex-husband Chase Me Back の小説・ストーリー

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

As the wife of a billionaire, it would put her in the public eye, and people might target her to gain some money. "Ex-wife," he corrected, his voice barely audible. Those two words were the most difficult to say for some reason. His jaw ticked. "Plus, our marriage never went public. No one except my family knows she was my wife. Am I paying you to make interpretations or bring me damn results, Diego? You don't even know the basics; how are you going to find my ex-wife?" "You are searching for Alissa?" Cindy asked, her tone shifting to something more of annoyance and anger.

I breathed out a sigh. “Ouch, that must have hurt. And you ran away and got in a car accident, of which it had been Chris Kingston, your current billionaire husband, that had been driving.” I nodded. He knew it all. Well, not all, but he was well-informed. “Recently, you came here, to the States, to find yourself; to be able to figure out your true purpose in life,” He continued. I was not completely satisfied with how he had placed that but I nodded nevertheless. “Sure, you can say that.”

I also prepared myself just in case I was included in the will but only given a miserly sum. After everything I’ve been through, I vowed never to return to my biological family, talk more of begging them for money. But just a moment ago, I was prepared to go down on my knees and beg for money for Imelda’s treatment. Now, barely an hour later, I’m going back five million dollars richer. It feels like a dream. At first sight, Mr. Bhyron Macaulay is intimidating as hell. He had long hair in all the pictures that Caspian, my lawyer, showed to me, but his short cropped hair gives him the appearance of a seven star general in the army.

I was glad to get rid of Bob, and I almost felt sorry for the young blonde, who I was sure didn’t know about Bob’s marriage. It just reiterated to me how glad I was that I wasn't in my old situation. I didn’t work for Marcus Real Estate anymore, and I didn’t have to deal with lowlifes like Bob. Then a horrible thought occurred to me. Arthur had never said we were exclusive. He never even hinted at it. And Arthur was gone and a lot. Was it possible that he was with another woman when he wasn’t with me? Of course, it was possible. Arthur was incredibly handsome. He was a billionaire. He was the most eligible bachelor in New York City.

Lane International Office – 6:15 PM Sally slammed the tabloid on my desk with enough force to send my coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug, dark liquid seeping into quarterly projections that suddenly seemed insignificant. The headline screamed in lurid yellow against a black background: "RECONCILED? Disgraced Billionaire Coleman Shares Tender Moment With Ex-Wife & Secret Love Child"

I whipped my head to him at once and scoffed, “That interested in Calvin's life that much? You'll keep chasing him. You're never going to reach so don't bother.” “Hey!” He grabbed my hand before I could grasp it and held my jaw, “Watch what you say to me.” “Don't you dare touch me ever again,” I warned and got out of his hold before standing to my feet and he also did the same. “Why are you so pissed? I was only pointing out how you're working when your so-called husband is a billionaire. I mean, isn't it fake?” He turned to the crowd and I heard flashes of light and only when I looked around did the faces become more familiar.

“No, Lyle. I’m done.” His face twists into something ugly, something I’ve never seen before. “If we break up, everything I’ve given you is gone. The business opportunities, the connections—you’ll lose all of it.” I freeze, staring at him in shock. “What are you talking about?” “You set this up, didn’t you?” he says, his voice full of bitterness. “You arranged to meet me three years ago for your family’s benefit. Don’t act like you weren’t after my wealth.”

“Mmm... Alex, slow down...” Ella let out a low moan, her legs wrapped tightly around Alexander’s waist. The rhythmic intensity of his thrusts sent tremors through her entire body. Ella looked up at him, mesmerized. Alexander’s deep-set eyes and sharp features gave him a cold, noble air, but his usually distant gaze was now clouded with raw desire. He was the current CEO of Blackwood Group, the most handsome and powerful man in all of New York. Ella had loved him for eight years. Just being looked at by him like this made her soul tremble.

"I am the one who decides who is replaceable. And today, I have replaced you with myself.” The broadcast cut to the Hamilton logo. The stock market opened, and the ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the Hamilton Global line shooting upward like a rocket. Ryan slumped against the barricade. A reporter shoved a microphone into his face. "Mr. Voss! Are you really her husband? Did you know she was a billionaire? How does it feel to be the man who lost the Iron Queen?" Ryan didn't answer. He couldn't. He watched as a black SUV pulled up to the curb. Silas Vance stepped out. He didn't look at the press. He walked straight to Ryan and handed him a small, plastic bag.