My Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret Patricia And Logan Novels & Stories

His father owns multiple businesses across the globe but the base of all the business is kights corporation and Logan is the heir to all that fortune. So you got yourself a billionaire darling, Karen says. " Am not going to jump on him because of him being a billionaire or anything. Am here to learn not to date billionaires and again I have made up my mind not to get into any relationship because it always leads to heartbreak. " One day you will meet someone who will change your perspective in love and you would see that love is a beautiful thing, Karen croons dreamily". Karen are you in love or have ever been in love because you seem like a love expect? "yes, she answered ". Really, who is

"As much as I'd love to take the credit for your misery, I can't. Because I know nothing of it. You think I really give a damn about your relationship with that woman? If I wanted to expose you, I'd have told her everything long before I even told you." Patricia chuckled, a cold, sinister sound. "And let me remind you, in case your brain has suddenly stopped functioning, I still need the shares and everything your father left you. I don't really have much to gain from exposing you to your wife. It's true I don't like your wife but I was starting to look forward to your one year anniversary. This whole episode has been dragging on for far too long, don't you think? I need those properties."

My lips quiver as I realized what she meant, “Do you mean, Logan? My ex-husband?” I took her hand and gave her a friendly smile. "Well, if you want to date my ex-husband, that's fine with me. The issue is that...You don't know anything about that guy, but he's a living red flag. You might have seen him as a billionaire who owned a lot of hotels and businesses, but can you imagine where he got his money?!" Casey’s forehead creased, “Well, you know him a lot more than me, so tell me?”

Chapter Three: “This is great news!” Valerie, Marie's mother exclaimed as her husband told her the news their daughter just shared. She was ready to be announced as the heir of their company, they were thrilled, but most importantly, they had to plan the perfect ball that is befitting for the announcement of their heir as the most richest people in the country. “Oh my God, i have a lot to plan.” Valerie threw her hands around as she paced the room. Marie watched her parents with a mix of amusement and affection. She was grateful for their excitement, but she couldn't deny the nerves stirring in her stomach at the thought of the upcoming ball. As the weight of her future responsibilities sett

Helga asked Logan annoyingly. "Well! Nothing, I want money! I want my share! I have been on news, and social media, and I saw everything! Why did you give my daughter to that billionaire? If you can't give me money! I mean tangible money! Then come back to me your husband and bring my child along, else you know what I can do!" Logan said laughing irritatedly and washing the laughter down his throat with a glass of alcohol. "I knew it! I knew you have always been so useless! Don't worry! Call out your account details!" Helga requested immediately, she was tired of staying in the dirty environment, the asylum she came to meet Logan.

"It can't be. Her husband?" Logan nodded. "But it has not even been up to two months since she left here," Bruce said. "And this page did not say anything about marriage. There are no pictures too... it is a lie. I do not believe." Logan stood up. "I would not believe too, but the nurses were talking about her black diamond bank card. Only billionaires are given that special card..." "And this man..." Bruce read through the page on the laptop. "He is a Billionaire..."

“ The first trip here when I came over to plead with Carter, you should recall my dad blocked my account, it was a gentleman who helped me and I didn't realize he was the heir to Logan Empire until I started work at Colton fashion ” “ What is it with you and rich, sassy billionaires? Not that any of it is your fault, but if I were in his shoes, I would also suspect you ”. “ Whose side are you on? ” “ Your side, of course, but I think you should clarify things with both of them. Does the Logan guy know you are married? ” “Of course not! This isn't a marriage, it will be over soon. And I don't want to miss what I have with Oliver, he is sweet and warm..... ”.

Alessia said, her voice already receding as she turned to Lucien, discussing a dinner reservation as if I were no longer in the room. As they dragged me toward the door, I looked back one last time. Lucien was leaning down, whispering something in her ear, and she, the woman who had never laughed in my presence for three years let out a soft, genuine smile. I was the one who had made her a billionaire’s wife. But he was the one who had made her a Queen. I was escorted into the bright, unforgiving light of the Chicago afternoon, standing on the sidewalk as a cold rain began to fall. My empire was gone. My child was gone.

Surgery followed, and I remained there for a week. When the cast finally came off my leg, I didn’t care about the pain. I only knew one thing: I had to leave this city. I dialed Adrian’s number. He hadn’t visited once, not even to ask if I was alive. He answered, his tone colder than ice. “What do you want?” “I… I need a ride home,” I whispered. “I’m in a wheelchair, and I can’t...” His voice thundered through the receiver. “You dare ask me for help after spreading your legs like a cheap whore? You disgust me, Emily. I want a divorce.”

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.