Novel & Cerita My Billionaire Ex-husband Chase Me Back

Her dress was dramatic and alluring as if she had been waiting for this moment to make a statement. And standing right beside Roman, she looked like the perfect match for him. Cold, calculated, polished. Like a typical billionaire’s wife. The media was right when they named them the couple of the year. Sabrina. I didn’t stand a chance with her. Feeling as though a noose was tightened around my neck, I tried hard to breathe and furiously blink back the tears that were beginning to glisten in my eyes. I turned on my heel, planning to leave without being noticed by any of them. But as I turned to leave, my body suddenly collided with a server, knocking off her tray and causing the glasses of dr

"He doesn't have much time left, Miss Emily. His greatest wish is to meet his granddaughter before it's too late." He looked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce before meeting my eyes again. "The private jet is ready. If you're willing to come with me, we need to leave tonight.” I looked at the car, then back at the house I had just left a part of me wanted to walk away from all of this. Today had already been too much. My marriage was over, I had nowhere to go, and now a stranger was telling me I belonged to one of the richest families in the country. It felt impossible.

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

Lisa grinned. "There's no way in hell she actually likes that pompous asshole," I barked. "Sure if you say so, Adrian. Well, I gotta go. See you first thing in the morning!" Lisa said and waved goodbye. I went back to my hotel room and started doing some digging myself. I searched Chase on social media, but he wasn't exactly active, so I couldn't get much information on him. Not a lot of things came up when I googled him either. Maybe if I searched his father's name, more things would pop up. Chase said his father is a billionaire, and he is powerful.

I turned to look at him to see if he was going to shout he was joking, but he never did. Yes, my ex-husband was a freaking billionaire, but Asher would rather jump off the mountain and die than get me anything tangible. “Oh my God Shaun” my voice was high due to astonishment. “You got it for me?” that was a stupid question, but my insecure self just had to ask.

Damien’s POV The board applauded when I walked in, and I felt nothing. That was becoming a pattern I chose not to examine. "Record quarter," my CFO said, sliding the numbers across. "Best in the company's history. The market loves the new image, Damien. They love the story." The story. The self-made billionaire, the beautiful fiancee, the little girl, the family that had it all. We'd sold it and the world had bought it at a premium.

I became aware of this around noon, the specific gritty exhaustion of someone who has not slept properly in thirty hours, and I should go home, I know I should go home, and I don't because the office is the place I go when I need to think and I need to think. Chase Sterling is twenty-two years old. He inherited a fortune six months ago and he has spent a portion of it systematically dismantling my business because a woman I represent turned down a proposal from him before she knew who he was, and now he is punishing everyone in her proximity with the resources of a two-billion-dollar empire.

"You already how things are with Chase and I. Come back to the mansion? To what, Richard? To a husband who abuses me? To a man who flaunts his mistresses in my face while I’m expected to play the dutiful wife? What am I coming back to exactly?" "Chase will never be an issue again," Richard swore, his voice dropping into a dark, lethal register. "I will try my best to make sure he doesn’t get in your way or bother you. We just need to keep up a happy family charade until this company takes form, you dont even have to be in each others company"

Alexandrine recalled her journey and hardships and muttered at the end, “ This place feels so unfamiliar to me. Once the motive of my visit has been accomplished, I’m returning to London as my place is no longer here.” Moments later, her children awoke from their nap. While her two cuties were watching the television, Alexandrine was working on some design sketches when she heard something shocking. “ Johnson Santos, at the age of 28, is among the top ten list of the world’s wealthiest individuals and will be getting married to Tina Sanders this Saturday.” Alexandrine was stunned as she heard the news anchor reporting on television.

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.