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

"Go spend your husband's money. I left my card in your bag this morning. No limit, and don't even think about checking the balance before you spend it." The moment I walked into the restaurant, heads turned. I caught fragments of whispers as I crossed the floor. "That's her, the Lennox CEO, Dennis Adams's ex wife, can you believe the transformation?" "She looks nothing like the photos from years ago." I didn't have time to hear more before I spotted Patricia waving enthusiastically from a table at the far end. I crossed the room and pulled her into a hug. "My friend is a star," Patricia said, grinning ear to ear as we sat. "Everyone is talking about you. I overheard three separate conversati

"About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print." I set Elias down in his playpen, my hands not quite steady, and asked her to send me what she had. The email came through two minutes later. A draft, not published yet, quoting an anonymous "source close to the Knight family" who described me as a woman who'd "engineered a public divorce for financial gain" and "quietly accepted seven figures from the man she claims wronged her." There were numbers in it that were wrong, dates that were

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..... ”.

I had stayed up until 4:00 AM correcting his spreadsheets, my eyes blurring until the numbers looked like ants. I didn't mind the sacrifices. I loved him. And tonight, as I looked at the shimmering gold-and-black banner that read FALCONE ENTERPRISES: THE BILLION-DOLLAR ASCENSION, I felt like we had both won. I pressed my hand against my stomach, a secret smile tugging at my lips. I hadn’t told him yet. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment, after the champagne, after the cheers to tell him that he wasn't just a billionaire now; he was going to be a father.

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.