My Billionaire Ex-husband Chase Me Back Novels & Stories

I asked, ruffling his hair, and he nodded happily. “Yes, mummy.” “That's great. Thank you, my love.” “I can't believe I almost forgot,” Tasha huffed, patting her forehead. “I finally found that guy's social media. The one who employed me to manage that big charity gala.” “Oh, is that so?” I asked. “Yeah, let me show you,” She said, as she typed something on her phone. “The man is so handsome in like an unreal, Greek god way. No disrespect to you, babe.” She darted David a sheepish look, and he just huffed before walking away.

He answers my question and I quickly push his hand away, freeing my chin from his burning hold. “What gold-digging work of art?” “Striking a deal with my father so you can become my wife and take up the fancy title of Mrs. Wesley. Using my family’s money and influence to save your father’s company from going bankrupt. Ring any bells?” There are a million things I want to scream at him to debunk or clarify his misconception of what truly happened in the past, but I cannot find my words. He’s wrong. That’s not what happened. He takes another step closer and our bodies almost melt into each other’s. The heat of his angry breath is burning every inch of my face and his angry eyes are staring hol

“And where else would you have gotten your ego stroked like this? Oh, right—your husband.” I raise an eyebrow. “Here we go.” “I mean, seriously… how is Harry these days?” he continues, feigning interest. “Threatened by his wife’s success, he couldn’t come to show you support?” I put my glass down slowly and tilt my head, annoyed. “You do know he's the CFO of House of Valemont, right? That, without him, this whole empire would have crashed and burned before my third runway show?” “Oh, forgive me,” Chase mocks with a gasp. “I didn’t realize you upgraded him.”

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

TechCrunch ran a whole article speculating about who I was and where my money came from. They had theories ranging from cryptocurrency fortune to secret heiress to money laundering front. That last one made Nathan laugh so hard he almost fell out of his chair. The best part was watching Marcus read these articles without connecting the dots. Nathan showed me screenshots of Marcus's search history because my baby brother had absolutely no boundaries when it came to hacking. Marcus had googled "Chen Capital investor" and "mysterious woman investor New York" but apparently never thought to search for his ex-wife's name.

Says the workaholic. Well, before I lost Gene I didn’t work nearly as much. Family getaways, dinners out. Go karts and bowling. Fuck I miss all that. Now I’ll get to do it all billionaire style. I don’t want shiny trinkets, I want experiences. All the big ones I missed out on over the years. And now Chase could have them too. “No shit? That’s awesome. They’re all married now, boo,” she frowned, as her gun whirred to life.

“But, bottom line, I married a billionaire.” It was my intention to marry Alonzo Nevan, Damian's uncle, for that reason it would irk Damian, and he could easily help me win this battle and lawsuit with my parents because he's already a billionaire. It turned out, then even when I married the wrong Alonzo, I still landed on a billionaire that I needed. “Thank God,” I whispered. The tons of shopping bags from Chanel called for a special service delivery from the store. Alonzo was already waiting for me while I used their powder room.

She trailed off, speculating on the particulars of where she was or might be, what might have been the reason for her disappearance, of course, her high-profile marriage to the famed business tycoon. Literally, almost all sort of some powerful billionaire loses his wife, and she's alone and out somewhere, and here is Kai, desperate enough to put a reward on his own wife's head. I admired his grit. "Well," I whispered, "looks like I finally got what I wanted.”

Alexander ~•~ I was excited when I got a Maybach for my eighteenth birthday. I was excited when I met my favorite footballer and he signed on to my football. I was very much excited when my company was listed among the top three companies in America. But none of those moments compared to the sheer excitement I felt when my ex-wife, Olivia, agreed to return to New York. I spent more than a month in California, trying to convince her to move back with me.