My Billionaire Ex-husband Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

I put the thought away and decided to go straight to the point. “I'm a billionaire heiress? " I asked with tears stinging my eyes, fighting to break through my eyelids. “Multi billionaire." He corrected me with a smile and at that moment, I couldn't hold back the tears of joy.

"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"

This, I thought, this is everything. Afterwards, she lay beside me, tracing the edge of the sheets. “I looked you up when I got home yesterday. And I know what this looks like,” she said quietly. “A billionaire and his son’s ex. It’s messy, complicated, I’m 25 and you are 50, people will talk. I don’t know if I can handle all that.” I turned to face her. “Aria, since my wife died, I’ve been buried in this empire. Work. Numbers. Deals. Nothing felt real anymore until you. You’ve reminded me that I still have a heart and that terrifies me.”

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

"Mrs. Wei, this is Elena Zhang. I'm moving into the master bedroom tomorrow. I'll have the staff remove your things. You can pick them up at your convenience, if you even want them. Marcus and I are very happy. I hope you've found whatever it was you were looking for." I smiled at my phone, a cold smile that would've terrified the old me. I typed back four words. "You have no idea." Then I blocked her number and opened my laptop. Nathan had sent me files, everything on Marcus Wei, Catherine Wei, Vivian Wei, Elena Zhang, and someone named Richard Blackwood. I started reading. By dawn, I knew things about my ex-husband's family that they thought were buried forever and I knew exactly how I was

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

Yes, she is the one you and I have discussed. Foremost, I usually don’t go around discussing who I am related to. I want people to see me for me and not Billionaire Shane’s little brother. Besides, you were very drunk that night when you had your meltdown about your husband. I’m assuming that he is your ex-husband now, if I am not mistaken. Yes, he is my ex-husband now, and I couldn’t be more grateful. Well, he says that is good, you deserve someone better who will treat you for the woman that you are.

he exhaled heavily "whatever the way, you are welcome into the Aldine family." He smiled at her and walked away while she bore holes into the back of the in-law who knows about her so much and more. That name........ Oliver, her ex-fiance who gave her his wedding invitation a week before their wedding. Part of the reason why she came back is because she wants to show them hell, she has money now, she is rich but they probably can't guess and she is getting married to a billionaire who seems to fancy her. Maybe the marriage isn't such a curse after all, it can be a blessing in disguise if she plays her cards right.

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.

"ONCE YOU sign that paper, it's all over for us, Ellie." My soon-to-be ex-husband, Valerian Blackwood, sat across from me, legs crossed, a scotch in his hand. He didn't seem to care about our separation at all. Two years of marriage, and all I was fed up with were the endless scandals about him and his mega-ton amount of women chasing his round and soft ass. Who was I to question it when my husband was Valerian Blackwood? A drop-dead gorgeous billionaire. He was smart, sophisticated, and just perfect in every way. What else could I even ask for?