Romans & histoires My Billionaire Ex-husband Wants Me Back

“This game isn’t meant to be easy. If I wanted easy, I’d have stayed under someone’s shadow, i wouldn’t have agreed to be a contract wife because i wanted to ruin my husband’s life “ He glanced at me, a proud glint in his eyes. “Alright, Wife , What do you need from me?” I turned to face him properly, legs crossed on the seat. “I’m planning an event. An auctioning event. High-end. Exclusive.” He looked curious. “What kind of auction?” “The kind that puts me back in the headlines. Something luxurious enough to attract the right eyes. I want to invite the Big Seven.” Rue blinked. “You’re going to poke the billionaires’ club?”

"The first clause doesn't happen, so the second one doesn't need me to answer anymore." Megan dejectedly flicked my forehead. “You're such a blessed person that you don't know how to enjoy it. Your husband is both handsome and has a better figure than a male model. Furthermore, he is also the youngest billionaire in our nation. Men like him are not inferior to anyone, yet you keep your cold attitude like this! In the future, maybe you will lose him. Till that day, don't cry with me." I gently stirred the coffee, "That day will never happen."

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

"My personal life has nothing to do with business. I hope you can refrain from such statements." "Why did you reject the company? According to an insider, they are qualified." The first reporter paused and continued again, "Another mentioned that you've been having a secret affair with Lucas Knight. This speculation shouldn't be disgraceful but cleared off by you as the assumption about your child belonging to your ex-husband has also started circulating since no one knew of you as the wife of the deceased Mr. James West until recently. How true are those rumors?"

There was a pause on her end before she spoke, “By Parrish, you mean Parrish from college and your ex boyfriend that broke your heart and you had to move across the country to forget about him and now he’s your boss at the new company you work for – ” “Who is now a billionaire and is now moving to California to stay.” I completed for her with a constant nod to my head and now admitting to myself how crazy the situation was. “Girl – do you perhaps still have feelings for him?” she asked me suddenly and I paused unsure on how to answer. I contemplated telling her about my dream about Parrish but I thought against it since Sophie was a therapist and she had a knack for psychoanalyzing every sit

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

Watching him load shopping bags into his own car was, somehow, the strangest normal thing I'd seen all day. Once we were settled inside and moving again, silence stretched between us...long enough that I found myself studying the ring on my finger, it was beautiful....then the mountain of bags, then him. "Mr. Blackwood." He glanced up. "Adrian" "Sorry, Adrian, If I'm supposed to be your wife, I should probably know something about you. And you don't know much about me, either." "I know enough." "You don't. What happens if your family asks me what your favorite color is?"

“You dare ask me for help after spreading your legs like a cheap whore? You disgust me, Emily. I want a divorce.” The phone slipped from my hand. My whole body shook. Did my husband just throw away five years of marriage… over the phone?

“Because I have the feeling that it is a he. I honestly don't care, though. Whoever it is better get ready to work” I shook my head, trying to refocus my attention back on my phone, when the news that was being reported caused my blood to run cold. The headline flashed across the screen. “Multi Billionaire Philanthropist, Tyson, announces a remembrance ceremony for his mystery ex-wife who died almost six years ago” I sprang to my feet as my heart pounded hard against my chest and anger slowly coursed through my veins. Tyson, my ex-husband! He was the reason my life was ruined from the start. He was the one who sold me to the rogue king and painted the false narrative about how I was dead. Fu