My Billionaire Ex Husband Chase Me Back Novels & Stories

“You should have told me.” “I am done asking permission,” I said quietly. “That is not what this is about,” he replied. “Someone leaked information to the press this morning.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of information.” Grant handed me his phone. The headline blurred for a moment before snapping into focus. Billionaire Heir’s Ex-Wife Questioned in High-Risk Pregnancy Case. My fingers tightened around the device. “They are painting me as unstable.” “They are preparing to argue that you are emotionally compromised,” Grant said. “That your history with Dylan clouds your judgment.”

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

With a sympathetic balance, she responded, "That’s our boss’s ex–husband. A billionaire, as you can see." At that point, it seemed like a time bomb went off inside of me, shattering my entire being.

“When I returned, I connected the dots.” “So she took almost fifty million dollars from my company,” Jalen says, voice hollow. “Yes. Since you guys already did your due diligence and the fifteen is now frozen. The rest is down to about twelve million in her personal account.” “Can we get it back?” I ask. “Yes. Transfer it.” I stare at Jalen and asked Hunter, “How?” Hunter sighs like we’re slow. “Jalen, are you not her husband?” “Yes I am.” “Then call Chase bank. Say you lost the account information. Move the money back.”

"Please give me a chance" "A chance ?", I asked, shocked by his words. "Yes", he breathes "a chance" I started laughing and I couldn't help myself. Over four years ago he called me horrible things and treated me like I wasn't his wife. It's quite ironic that he didn't trust me then but he wants me now. "Your an idiot if you think that I would want you back" "What ?", he stood there shocked, not believing his ears. "You heard me", I smirked at him slowly walking up to him to whisper in his ear "the Ariaalia you remember is long gone....I've changed"

Chase finally stopped typing and spun his wheelchair around to face us, pushing his messy dark hair out of his eyes, looking at the two billionaire executives standing in his kitchen with absolutely zero pressure. "You guys need to build a case against your dad and Reed Mitchell, right?" Chase asked, his hazel eyes completely quick and empty of the usual sick-kid exhaustion. "Because I've been inside your father's private servers for three days, and I already found the hush-money transfers he sent to the Mitchells three years ago." I looked at Knox, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack, and then I looked back at Chase, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across my face for the f

His perfect face slightly visible and his jet black hair shimmering from the moon ray creeping into the room from a crack in the curtain. She couldn’t see his face properly but knew he was furious. The headlines on the covers didn’t make things easier for them either : The bond covers : “Ticking Clock for billionaire Charles Ashbourne. No grandchild, no legacy?” Watermark Front : “ Wall Street Shaken: Ashbourne family races against time to produce an heir” Dazzles county : “Can the Ice Prince deliver? Ashbourne fortune hinges on Grant’s heir. As she had expected, all the blame fell on her from everyone as if she was not conceiving on purpose. She often wondered why the patriarch-Grant’s fath

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.

I liked it better that way. Tabitha went still, her pen paused in midair, mouth slightly open. She’d come in hoping for juicy personal drama and stumbled into the seismic kind. It’s wild how one line can completely shift the mood in a room. “You own part of your ex-husband’s company?” she asked, stunned. “No.” I held her gaze. “I own a controlling stake in an undervalued asset. That’s all. My marriage isn’t part of the equation.” I let the quiet hang there. “Just business.”