My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

Little did I know that he would fall in love with someone older than me and kick me out! I was living an excellent life in Europe, but I'm glad he kicked me out because now I'm back in America, and I will find Chase Stone and make him mine. He is wealthier than my ex-husband and anybody I know. I had to go and look on the Internet to see how much is worth. I also noticed that he never married and is still single and a very eligible bachelor. When I was in Europe, I was not so interested in him because I thought he would never get wealthy. I only came back to New York for one thing: Chase Stone. I want to become his wife. I want to be the wife of one of the wealthiest men on Earth. That is my

“I know how it sounds, baby. I do. And if there was any other way, believe me, I’d take it. But this… this is our last shot.” I looked away, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from falling. My thoughts were spinning. One heartbreak wasn’t enough and now I am being sold to another man that I know nothing about. “And who is he? This man, that wants to marry me.” I asked. “He’s a billionaire,” my dad said carefully. “He’s powerful and well-connected. He promised full financial backing. He said he’d save the business, wipe out all our debts and not just that.. he wants to grow and expand it and then us global.” I’m

Jack's face betrayed no emotion, but something shifted inside of him, like a puzzle piece thudding into place. Trent whistled. “Chris Newton.... Billionaire.... Philanthropist. Jack didn't smile. “And very careless girlfriends.” Trent blinked. “So you caught that, too.” Jack touched the timestamp on the transfer. “Every payment made into Blue Shore Logistics took place within months that Newton’s personal portfolio was managed exclusively by…” He extracted a sheet. “Rita Maren.” Girlfriend of Chris Newton. Woman - it was Lilian who had experienced a chill towards her as soon as she had laid eyes on her.

Would she ever forgive him? Did he even deserve to be forgiven? ****** At the Sinclair estate, Mrs. Sinclair stood in her grand living room, staring at the television in disbelief. The news broadcast played before her, showing her son, her proud, arrogant son, on his knees, begging Cassia for another chance. Begging to get back together. Did that even make sense? Her fingers dug into the armrest of the couch as she read the caption: "DARVAN SINCLAIR PUBLICLY HUMILIATED AS EX-LOVER WALKS AWAY WITH HIS UNCLE, WHO HAPPENS TO BE HER FIANCÉ."

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

It would just look too easy, and she wanted to make it hard for anybody else who would try to release a comeback to tarnish and destroy the plan she was creating in her head. All she just wanted right now was to make Vincent believe the news she had released. She wanted Vincent to take his mind off trying to have any sort of connection with Ariana, at least if he noticed that Ariana was being engaged to someone else, and not just anyone else but a popular billionaire like he was, He would give up in his goal of trying to get back to her and remain where he was. She couldn't afford to lose him because she knew that losing him meant losing her career. That was the main reason for the plan brew

They left the place without looking back and he turned and removed her face from his shoulder and asked. "Love, are you okay, did they do anything to you? " she looked at him and smiled and told him she was fine. And the person was no other than the very guy who came to my house that late to take her away. "Maybe, that's why she didn't ask for any compensation from me because she has someone who is going to provide her with everything she needs. " But how did she meet with Kyle Donalds? Even my private investigator can not even give me good information on how my ex-wife met Kyle Donalds. Jake asked himself the question but when he couldn't get an answer to the question he asked himself. he f

"So, tell me, why did you have your bodyguards bring me here? Hurry up and say your piece—I have to get back to taking care of your grandson. He’s ridiculously difficult to please. He doesn’t want anyone else, only me. Because of him, I’ve missed out on an ad shoot and had to turn down several big endorsement deals. He’s cost me a fortune! Why don’t you compensate me for my losses?" "You’ve got some nerve speaking to Old Master Voss like that!" The butler’s face darkened in fury. The old man narrowed his sharp eyes, studying her closely before suddenly chuckling. "I didn’t expect you to be so straightforward." "Thank you for the compliment, Old Master." Zara beamed, her smile radiant. Old Ma

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

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.