My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

She wasn’t going to leave this room until I had answers. I studied her closely. For two years, I’d given her a black card—a limitless resource she never used. Not once had there been a charge, a withdrawal, nothing. She was a stay-at-home wife, with no visible income of her own. And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash?

But this woman would not insult Katherine, not in my presence. “Well, I could sue you for this…” there she goes. I was about to open my mouth when, “but I won’t, just because you promise me that your friend here will get everything done.” That’s more like it. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m happy with the whole situation. I barely have any money left, and this might cost me a fortune.” There it is again. And… I just remembered where I had seen her. She is Vanessa Donovan, ex-wife of the billionaire Alex Donovan. Strange to see her here and with no money at all. He must have kept everything to himself.

He just stood there, staring at me across the crowded ballroom with an expression of complete devastation. The girl he'd thrown away, the wife he'd neglected and humiliated, the woman he'd told would never find anyone better, was Isabella Morrison. Granddaughter of Alexander Morrison. Heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. One of the most powerful women in New York. And he'd let me go without a fight. The applause finally died down and I sat back down, accepting congratulations from the people at my table with grace and poise I'd learned from watching my brothers navigate society. But I was hyperaware of the Wei family table, of the chaos I knew was happening there.

World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course. They made a whooping sum of 30 billion dollars and guess the model most voted for. Yes, Penelope’s yapping the few days to the wedding had paid off. Wife of billionaire business mogul, Cillian Van Hawthorne and mother of her now cold husband. It felt very weird, she now had a husband. One who hated her guts but a husband regardless. “Kallista,” She smiled at her, a smile which she found a bit unsettling. “I don't know what to say about my son marrying a woman different from Penelope at the altar of God.”

FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

She was walking home when she saw it. A newsstand on Princes Street. The Financial Times front page, set face-out in the display rack. Lewis's face. His jaw tight, eyes distant, that photograph they always used — the one from the Singapore announcement, when he'd looked like a man who owned the world. The headline above it: STERLING IN CRISIS: CEO'S WIFE VANISHES Sources close to Lewis Sterling confirm the billionaire's wife, Yessica Sterling, left their New York penthouse without warning three weeks ago. Sterling has declined all comment, but insiders suggest—

“Christ, Christ, and Christ. Congratulations boo. Well, I cannot believe it. Wait, I am sorry. You are Christiana Tiger Kelvin now. So, tell me how it feels to be a billionaire’s wife. How does it feel to see bigwigs visiting your manor every day? Tell me about the model of cars he owns. Your place must be a luxurious penthouse. Tell me how it feels to look at the whole city from the top. You must even have a private jet to fly. Am I wrong?” She bombarded my head with her nonstop questions and inquisitiveness to know everything at the spot of the moment. For the first time after my wedding, I realized that getting hitched to a billionaire was probably a big thing. Huh! I tittered at the way

I let out a chuckle when he said that, Trent is a well-known playboy, he loves flirting with beautiful women and testing me was his joy so I just ignored him and walked away. I guess he didn't mind that as he just shrugged his shoulders and walked directly to the new waitress bringing a new round of flirting. I turned to glance at him for a while and shook my head. If only I had the opportunity he has, I would have grabbed it so tightly. I loved my career so dearly. Even while I was married to Tyson, a pretty famous billionaire, I never gave up working. After we got divorced it just seemed like an opportunity to devote more of my time to my job.

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