My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

He was not worried about his image, however, he knew that in the next few days it would be difficult for Allora. He sighs at his impulsive action that got them into some messed up shit. The more he thought about avoiding any complications in their soon-to-be-divorced relationship, he found that his action would make the matter more intangible. He did not regret the thought of keeping Allora safe from her peers drooling over her, but he regretted the way he chose to make her understand. Why are you so worried about your cheating ex-wife, has not she done this before, having an affair behind your back? Karma is giving back what she sowed. His bad side reminded him.

I didn't want her to be kept out if there was an emergency. Bailey looked angry, but I didn't care. She was always mad about one thing or the other anyway. “The next time you do this, I'm going to revoke your right to come here as you like.” Bailey didn't care about any of that. She walked toward me, straight past Ethan, and rounded the desk until she was staring right at me. “I'm sure you know that your ex is back, but did you know she came back with children?”

“You should have told me.” “I am done asking permission,” I said quietly. “That is not what this is about,” he replied. “Someone leaked information to the press this morning.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of information.” Grant handed me his phone. The headline blurred for a moment before snapping into focus. Billionaire Heir’s Ex-Wife Questioned in High-Risk Pregnancy Case. My fingers tightened around the device. “They are painting me as unstable.” “They are preparing to argue that you are emotionally compromised,” Grant said. “That your history with Dylan clouds your judgment.”

he said flatly, “is none of my business.” My heart stopped. “The truth is,” he continued, slipping his phone into his pocket, “I’m tired of seeing your face every other day.” “You’re a contract wife, Elena. Nothing more. The deal was simple: give me a child, and I, pay for your professional exam. Which, might I remind you, cost millions.” My fingers tightened around the divorce papers until they crumpled. “Adrian…” My voice broke. “The contract stated five years. This is just four. Adrian, please…please don’t do this to me. I’ve fallen for you. I…”

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

It had been a prank call, some stupid hoodlum who thought that pretending to be her ex would be funny. Olivia was already used to these types of calls. Noah Grant was a well known figure, and their relationship hadn't been a private affair. It might have been ten years ago, but people still asked her about him in interviews and press conferences. While she would love to avoid speaking about her ex as much as she could, it had become inescapable. But it didn't matter, she wasn't a wimp anymore, she had her own empire, one that she had fought hard to build. Getting down from bed, she sauntered to the drawer close by to get her medication. She needed to calm her nerves before she could return t

They would have if Alex himself didn't ban the media from poking into his life. One media company dared to do it and they were brought crashing to the floor, giving lessons to other media companies on how serious he was about keeping his personal life private. They all recognized who she was. It was obvious he went back to his wife even though no one knew the reason they separated. Rumors even went around that he has kids, but no one can dare place evidence to confirm the rumors. If he wants them to know he's got kids, then they will. A beautiful blonde lady, the one who gave him the invitation walked up to him with a smile. "You're here, Mr. Black. With your ex-wife." She said, looking at E

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.

"Because I have nothing else! My son won't speak. My company is all I have left. And the one night I let my guard down, I betrayed everything Catherine and I had." The air left my lungs. "You mean that night with me." "I mean I slept with someone I don't love while drunk on my dead wife's anniversary. What kind of man does that?" Each word was a knife. "The kind who's human. Who's grieving. Who's allowed to move forward." "I don't want to move forward. I want my wife back. I want my real life back." He grabbed his laptop. "This conversation is over." "Damien, wait—"

I wish I could just move on like it's nothing but I can't. It's so unfair that I am a billionaire and I have all the money in the world, yet I can't keep a steady relationship or marriage. Divorce twice and now Emily is leaving me just two weeks to the wedding and even though I have been nothing but good to all my ex's, I am the one getting all the backlash for their wickedness.