Novel & Cerita My Dead Ex Came Back Rich

Your bank went bankrupt, or rather, it swindled you and ran away to live far away from you. My wife is calling me to join her in the water, but I prefer to just watch. That beautiful butt parading for me, and that's what I love the most. She's younger than my daughter, but of course, she's more beautiful. Ricardo: Today, it was reported in all the newspapers and gossip websites that my ex-father-in-law was murdered on a paradisiacal beach in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. That's where he fled after receiving payment for selling the company.

“Oh my god, are they getting back together? The way he looks at her, he is obviously still in love with her. But then what happens to my piano goddess?” “No surprise there. The ex-wife is just too impressive. Even a billionaire ends up going back to someone like that.” “It’s only been a little over two years and they’re already softening toward each other again? Okay, I don’t understand rich people, but career women really are next-level attractive.” “Am I the only one noticing how good Felix’s hair looks? One minute he’s the cold, untouchable CEO, and the next he’s carrying her bag like a personal assistant. What kind of plot twist is this?”

You’re far too sexy to remember when I’m alone. A passing waiter smiled politely, perhaps assuming she was talking through an earpiece. She wasn’t. She was talking to her madness. A few minutes later, just as Liora was reading the pastry menu, someone pulled out the chair across from her. “Liora, long time no see. I heard you’re now married to the wealthiest man in the country?” Liora stiffened. She knew that voice. Irene—Noah’s ex. The same woman who once slandered her back in university.

"Do you think spinning these lies and putting on this show is actually going to work? What, you think this will make me regret leaving you?" He shook his head and sneered. "Let me tell you, it's useless!" For a moment, the past came rushing back, blurring the edges of my memory. Back then, I really had loved him desperately. I believed every word he said and treasured every little thing he gave me. However, that version of me had died three years ago, buried beneath countless nights of crying myself to sleep alone. Now, I was standing here as Mrs. Miller. Arthur seemed to catch the commotion through the phone. He anxiously said, "Mrs. Miller! The bodyguards are already on their way! I'll not

I did want Clarence's money, but I wasn't expecting him to give me everything he had. I suspected that this was just a part of his wealth. He probably gave everything else—and it must be a huge chunk—to that mistress he had. The interrogation went on for a while, but finally, I was released. Back in the interrogation room, a confused Caleb asked, "Greg, do you really think a rich business owner would kill himself just because he saw his ex-wife having a party with 25 supermodels at home?" Greg frowned. "I don't think so." "But that's what happened."

"You really think that just because something's happened to me, you're going to get my fortune?" Christian froze, his smile vanishing in an instant. "What… What do you mean?" "My fortune's long been transferred to Nellie's name." She laughed, but it was ice-cold. "You won't get a single penny." Christian's face went from shocked to stone-cold rage. He slammed his hand on the car door and said sharply, "You're insane! She's barely alive, and you give her the money?" "That's better than letting it go to a loser like you." Helena leaned back in the car, feeling a quiet satisfaction as Christian's gloomy expression faded into the distance.

As for her shares, I handed them over to Clarissa and Jocelyn under their subtle suggestions. However, I knew something was wrong when I saw Monica in Sunmere Valley with our long-lost driver Liam, living happily as a family. I had my people urgently audit the accounts and discovered that these two women had been using the shares I gave them to send Monica five million dollars monthly in living expenses, allowing her to live luxuriously abroad with Liam. I had been played for a fool in my previous life, but not this time. This time, her "death" was the perfect opportunity.

It was him. My stomach fell and I felt like I was looking at a ghost. Darrell, my ex-husband. What the hell was he doing here?

"I'm working hard to pay off my debt, sir." "Your debt." Victor laughed, but the sound held no warmth. "Do you know what's funny about your debt, Marcus?" "No, sir." "Your ex-wife is worth thirty million dollars now. Thirty million! While you're selling drugs on street corners for pocket change." The words hit me like a physical blow. Thirty million dollars. Elena had thirty million dollars while I slept on a moldy mattress and begged Victor's men for enough food to stay alive. Isabella and Sophia looked up from their own corners of the warehouse, listening to Victor's taunts with grim expressions.

Deborah said sarcastically. “Yes, because they keep saying you ruined their perfect lives.” “Oh… those women,” Jayden said, trying to hide his frustration. “But we already knew about their delusions,” Elliot started. “What about this new person? What’s her deal?” “I can explain that,” Jayden said. “She’s an ex-girlfriend who seems to have returned to town and remembered my existence because her family is nearly bankrupt.” “What a fool… uh, I mean, how naïve,” Elliot quickly corrected himself, noticing his Deborah’s disapproving look.