Novel & Cerita My Billionaire Ex-husband Chase Me Back

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.

SHOCKING NEWS: YOUNG BILLIONAIRE AND BUSINESS TYCOON, CHASE AXFORD HAS BEEN HIDING HIS TWO ILLEGITIMATE CHILDREN HE HAD WITH HIS BROTHER'S EX-WIFE FOR FOUR YEARS! The roof over his head began to spin immediately. His eyes widened, and his attempt to breathe resulted in him being strangled by his own oxygen. Chase coughed, violently. He struggled to clutch the phone in his right hand, but when he caught sight of the number of views - two million. Posted thirty minutes ago - the world around him crumbled into shards. The phone slipped from his hands and fell on his lap. What in the world was going on? Breathe Chase, breathe.

"I'm Richard Hilary. The board appointed me as acting CEO until…" "Until what?" I demanded. "Until you declare my husband dead so you can steal his company?" "That's not…" Richard started. "Ethan is not dead," I said, stepping closer. "Do you understand me? He's not dead. He's out there somewhere, and we're going to find him. And when we do, he's going to come back here and reclaim what's his." Richard held up his hands defensively. "Mrs. Walker, I understand you're upset…"

I said, snatching the chips from her, “that I probably should’ve never accepted that contract in the first place. None of this was happening before I stepped into the spotlight.” “Babe, if you stayed in the shadows forever, you’d die of boredom.” She pops a chip into her mouth. “What you need is a break. A fun break.” “Cassie, my head is pounding, my ex or whatever he is, is glowering at me in public, and now my assistant’s telling me his company is snooping into my work. I don’t think a break is the answer.” “That’s exactly why you need one." she practically screams at my face. “So. We’re going out.”

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

she began cautiously, “what do you remember?” He closed his eyes, trying to piece together the fragments in his mind. Slowly, one memory rose to the surface—a vivid image of a grand hall, soft music playing, the rustle of silk as a woman in a veil stood beside him. “Our wedding,” he said quietly, opening his eyes. “I remember our wedding. She was beautiful… so nervous.” His gaze turned to Chelsey, his expression pleading. “Where is she?” Chelsey bit her lip, her thoughts racing. How could she explain everything? How could she tell him that Zoey, now Celine, wasn’t his wife anymore? That she had moved on, far away from the life he had known?

Some articles described Mia as a woman trapped between two different men, while others shamelessly revealed Jim’s identity as the billionaire’s long-lost son without showing even the slightest concern for his privacy. My jaw immediately tightened because I could tolerate attacks directed toward me, but I refused to allow anyone to drag my son into a public spectacle. Jim had done nothing wrong, and he deserved the chance to grow up without becoming entertainment for gossip magazines and online tabloids. I pressed another number before waiting only a few seconds for someone to answer. “Good morning, Mr. Black,” my head attorney answered professionally. “There is nothing good about this mornin

I said even though I was completely starving and in that moment my stomach growled, Parrish smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. “I know a place, has the best steak – ” “Steak?” I threw him a questioning look. “What’s the matter?” he threw back at me. “You don’t think eating a steak right now is a bit too extravagant?” I shot at him. “I’m a billionaire now Jessica, I can do whatever I want.” I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time and even a couple more times after that even while we were seated at this fancy restaurant with a golden chandelier in the middle, and our table draped with expensive linen sheets and the waiters walked around with an ipad as the menu.

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."

I brought it out with my free hand and saw that it was my friend, Ethan, calling. I answered the call and brought the phone up to my ear. He didn't let me speak before he started talking. “Brand, I think I just saw your wife.” I frowned. “My wife?” The phrase had Bailey staring at me with intensity. I ignored her and slowly set Charlotte on the ground. “Yes, your wife, your ex-wife, whatever. The woman that made you go to the bar where we met.” “I think I get the gist now, Ethan.” I said sarcastically, then paused. “Wait, for real? In LA?”