Novel & Cerita My Billionaire Ex Husband Chase Me Back

He had been in jail for only three days and Chase was already planning on taking over his company? “So this is what it was all about huh? That’s why you paid Tasha and Fabion, got me in jail? That was low, even for you. It’s about the company? How greedy can you be? You are a billionaire, you have more than enough. And now you want my company, my woman? Everything?” Chris asked. “My woman, alright? Valerie is my woman. You have taken everything from me once so have the taste of your own medicine. You took my childhood, my parents’ love, my shares, my woman, my baby.”

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"

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.

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.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

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.

“But listen to me, Chase. I don’t want your business anymore. And I’m going to tell my father what you did. He’s going to cut all ties with your family completely.” Chase only chuckled at that, wiping his hand on the gravy I’d spilled over him. “Keep dreaming! Your daddy loves me more than he loves you.” He smirked, and in that moment, he looked like a completely different person from the one I used to know. “And you…” He pointed his index finger at me. “You’ll never get a better husband than me in this entire city! I’m one of the most eligible bachelors in Manhattan.” “Oh, don’t be so delusional, Chase. Every other man in New York City is already better than you. You’re just a piece of shit

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.

I tell him, pressing the elevator button. He chuckles, a dark, low sound. Pushing off the wall, he steps uncomfortably close. "You look frantic, Sonia," Julian observes, his brown eyes scanning my face. "It's a bad look for you. What’s the matter? Is the billionaire slipping through your fingers?" "Everything’s fine." "Liar," he taunts smoothly. “I heard the rumors. Chase moved his wife back into the mansion. And here you are, running to Nathaniel for comfort, only to find our golden boy crying over your dead sibling."

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.