Novel & Cerita My Dead Ex Came Back Rich

Mariah replied without hesitation; she had no intention of being cheated out of her money. The man chuckled knowingly and turned on the recorder. A voice slowly emerged. “Help me kill someone; it’s best if it looks like a suicide.” “Kill someone for five million. After the job is done, I’ll send you abroad. How does that sound?” “Exactly. As long as you accomplish this, you’ll get every cent I promised you.” "So, has Vanessa been eliminated?" Mariah was stunned. Her initial intention was to verify whether the man truly had the evidence she was after, but the content of the recording exceeded her expectations.

Her eyes snapped toward me. "You disappeared in the middle of the night," she said quietly. "You ignored every single one of my calls." Her gaze flicked briefly toward Liam before returning to me again. "Then I find out you’re here playing house with your ex-wife and children." "This isn’t the time for this conversation." "Really?" she asked softly. "Because from where I’m standing, it seems like the timing became very convenient the moment Scarlett Roberts walked back into your life." Scarlett looked away slightly, her shoulders tightening.

“God, it’s like a romance novel. Anyway, my ex-husband gets rich in the meantime, right? Between you and me, I’m not really sure how he made that much money so fast. I bet that he got involved with the wrong sort of crowd.” I raised a brow at her. “Like, what? The mob?” “Exactly,” she shuddered. “Thank God I got out. One moment, he’s trying to find investors for his company, and the next, he’s making millions. He’s not nearly as rich as you, but enough to make her come crawling back after her husband dumps her for a younger model. So, she comes back and starts sniffing around my husband. And guess who still has feelings for that hussy?”

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her. The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man. Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously. "Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away." I smile

I vanished from Kathy's world completely, and no one saw it coming. Five years later, I returned to Westlake City to visit my family. My wife, Rhea Weyland, was the sole heir to the Weyland family, a powerhouse that practically controlled the entire West Coast economy. She was tied up in a sudden international merger meeting. She had specially arranged for someone to pick me up from the airport. But I never dreamed that the "someone" she sent would be Kathy. The moment she saw me, her gaze immediately fell on the glittering watch on my wrist.

I saw the shock that formed on their faces as I said ‘ex’. I began. “When I married my husband, Oliver Quinn, the CEO of Quinn's Innovations, I was labeled the lucky wife, the golden retriever, and so much more. Everyone assumed I was treated like a queen, with people at my beck and call, making me the envy of countless women who wondered why Oliver chose me. But in reality, he didn't have much of a choice. His fiancée had just cheated on him and married another man, and his ailing father wanted him to avoid wallowing in sadness while the company struggled. So, he made a proposal to his longtime friend—my father.

I am done. He tossed the pen onto the table; it rolled and stopped in front of Nora. "Richard, you can't do that!" Elizabeth gasped. "You’ll have nothing; You will be a nobody!" "At least I’ll be a father," Richard said, turning toward the door. "And I’ll be a man who can look at himself in the mirror and be proud of his reflection. Good luck with the merger Arthur, I hope the money keeps you warm." When Richard returned to the penthouse, he was no longer the billionaire heir. He was a man who had just walked away from a billion-dollar legacy.

Shock filled the room and voices rose higher than before. “Alexandra! It’s Alexandra!” Ash Williams pointed out as he nearly fell out of his chair, unbelieving of his eyes. Liam Gold was in utter confusion, his mouth hung open like a dead fish, staring at the blonde in front of them. Never could he believe that the dead could rise again. So the one standing before them now could only be alive. The real heiress of the Grey Enterprise had returned! Cory, the most overjoyed one out of all, just kept silent as tears slid down her cheek.

“Sadly, you can’t do anything, my dear. You’re nothing without the Lupin influence. And if you don’t take your hands away from me, you won’t get to bury your family’s corpses either.” I glance at Mama Tia’s bodyguards. “Tell me. How did you afford to pay these men? Lupin money. My father’s. My grandfather’s. You married your daughter into this family just so you could harvest us all like crops.” “No.” The old lady chuckles. “I did it so you would be born.” “Born into this misery? You killed my wife—the love of my life.” “I didn’t kill Mellow. I gave her a choice but she chose the wrong one. Now I’m warning you. Let me go.”

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.