My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I decided to leave, it's not worth being treated by him… I have had enough already. I was humiliated by the elite guests, the top millionaires and billionaires of the world had attended his wedding ceremony. The online bullying I will be facing from tomorrow is going to be insane. The news of 'Billionaire's crazy ex-wife caused a scene at his second wedding' will make the headlines of all news channels and social media. I did whatever I could, seeing him worrying about his new wife gives me no hope. After finding out that Karina is his daughter, I'm damn sure he and his family will try every possible way to get my daughter away from me.

Alex sighed tiredly while he stood there, after a few minutes had passed, he took his phone out. “What's on the news today?” I pried into his screen. Alex said nothing, his thumb flipping through with interest. The latest news was still the usual. Stocks. Liquidated assets, companies going bankrupt and much more. I studied enough before I looked away. Just when I adjusted to leaning on my side of the car, something else caught my eye. HEADLINE: FORMER BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE: VERONICA HARPER CAUGHT AT A HOSPITAL WITH A BABY BUMP AND A NEW MAN.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

“It didn't say I had to die.” “I paid you extra for the death, didn't I?” “You did.” The man shrugged. “But all I'm saying is... you can still pay me more. You can do better.” He chuckled. “You're a billionaire after all.” “And the only reason I stay a billionaire,” Victor replied without emotion, “is because I don't let lazy pieces of shit blackmail me.” “Well...” the man leaned back comfortably. “I can always go find your wife and tell that poor girl you tricked her.”

’ 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."

“I saw the news. Congratulations.” “Thank you, Brad.” Brad was one of our potential Investors at the office. He owned a wide range of companies that specialized in various fields. Brad was originally a small time business owner who rarely got invited to the most basic events. But a couple of years later, he was steadily topping the charts, and being sought after by everyone. “it means a lot, but I can't take all the credit. I owe a lot of my success to my beautiful wife, Alora.” At the sound of her name, she waved in my direction and for a split second, all I could imagine was an alternate universe where she reciprocated my feelings for her.

Her expression held an unnatural stillness, an eerie calmness that hints at the chaos She was capable of unleashing. Nova understood the assignment. She was trying to bring her down in front of the press. “Yes. Four years ago, I was married to Zephyr Lockwood”. She started, as It was better she brought herself down than for someone else to do so. And as soon as she said his name, everyone was gasping for air. “Zephyr was your ex-husband?”. A reporter from the back questioned. His name couldn't be called anyhow. He was someone everyone in New York and California is fearful of. How did she…? His thoughts swirled inside of him.

He seemed to be really rigid. "So, you and Adrian are just friends huh?" Mrs Gonzalez turned around to face me. "No Mother, they are more than just friends, and the cunning lady newly divorced her husband, and fled New York City with Adrian while carrying a child for her ex-husband," a sudden strikingly familiar voice filtered into the dining room. The clicking sound of her heels further deafening my ears.

She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Sarah wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon

"Is everything settled now? Pay her, please." Seeing Anna standing at the doorway, the kitchen manager was astounded. Could this exceptionally young girl actually know Mr. Luxton? And to have someone of Mr. Luxton's stature help her carry buckets of roasted chicken? Not just him, but no one in the entire elite circles of Kentucky could have imagined Andrew Luxton doing such manual labor. The Luxton family is a true dynasty, their wealth and influence built over several generations, unlike the nouveau riche. Andrew Luxton, the sole heir of the Luxton family, was among the elite of the elites in Kentucky. And here was a girl selling roasted chicken, somehow acquainted with Andrew Luxton, even