My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

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.”

"She showed me the Veyra estate filings. She showed me forty-eight million dollars sitting in an account carrying your real name. The name you hid from me for three years. The name you lied to my face about every single morning when you kissed me goodbye!" "I hid my name to protect you!" I screamed back, the agony bursting out of my chest, my fingernails digging into the palm of my hands until I felt skin break. "My father was hiding from dangerous people! I abandoned the Veyra money because I wanted you, Noel! I wanted a simple life! I wanted to be your wife, not an heiress!" "And what about the forty-eight million dollars, Melowie?" Noel whispered, his voice dropping into a desperate, tort

Adrian laughed once. There was nothing funny about it. "You're telling me my ex-wife became a billionaire and nobody thought I should know?" "You haven't spoken in almost three years." "That's not the point." "No," Daniel said quietly. "It isn't." Adrian looked back at the television. A graphic appeared. FROM DIVORCED ENTREPRENEUR TO BILLIONAIRE INVESTOR Under it was a timeline. 2023: Reclaimed Laurent Capital. 2024: First technology fund.

"I shouldn't be surprised. A financial company of this size naturally has a lot of capital. Moreover, his wealth is listed in the top twenty billionaires worldwide." Jasmine smiled broadly. "So, you shouldn't be sad about your incident. Look at it from the positive side. You're now Mrs. Otis Haworth, the billionaire. I'm sure you'll get a lot of monthly money and other benefits." “Brad is also a billionaire,” I teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes. “We're talking about you, not me.” She smiled. "By the way, aren't you angry with me?" I looked at her intently. "I kept my marriage to Otis a secret."

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

It had cost her more than she was willing to admit and she had paid it without blinking because that is what you do for the person you love. She had his anniversary gift in her bag. A Rolex. One million dollars. She had saved for months without telling a soul. She let herself in with her spare key at noon. The house was quiet the way it was supposed to be. Noah had back to back client meetings and wouldn’t be home until evening. That was the plan. She would have everything ready before he walked through the door. Dinner. Decorations. Candles lit. The wine breathing on the table. Him walking into a home that said I love you in every direction he looked.

"So, I'll tell you. Mr. Russo is my ex-husband. And Mrs. Russo, is his current wife." Renee's eyes widened. Her expression changed from disbelief to shock, like she couldn't believe what I'd told her. I shrugged and laughed at her reaction. "Yup. I *used* to be married to one of the wealthiest and most powerful CEOs in this region. Funny how life works out sometimes, doesn't it?"

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

Not even her former boss at Ladder to Paradise knew the real reason behind her decision to leave the place, and Alexa, her closest friend at the place, also knew nothing about what she was doing in Haston City. The two people didn't know about it, and neither did her mother know that she was now the wife of a billionaire. Yes, her mother didn't know the truth all along, but if the media started publicizing the truth on television and the internet, the woman would eventually know that she was just a con artist who was hungry for money.