My Ex Begged For Me After My Tech Empire Reveal Novels & Stories

“I heard you left the country, when did you return?” “I've been around.”. She responded half-heartedly, her eyes still glued on me. “Do you want to go out sometime for coffee? I have spare time on my hand if you're interested.” Since the incident, I had not told anyone of my shortcomings. For reasons I could not explain, I felt comfortable wanting to spill out my guts to my ex. “If you don't mind, can we grab that coffee now?” From a few sips of coffee, I ended up telling her of the bankruptcy my company was facing and also about Anna.

*MAXIMUS* The next morning, when I walked into my mansion, I was exhausted. Yesterday I received a sudden business cooperation call. I had to cancel my engagement in order to fulfill the order. My father told me that a man must seize his career before a woman can love you.

“You've ruined the reputation of our empire with your foolishness!” I gritted my teeth, the sting of the slap roasting from my cheek as I stood straight in my custom made navy suit. The board turned its head in shame; their embarrassment was obvious, but I felt their judgment carve through me. The viral footage of me and Lilian Sinclair — Isabella’s stepsister — had blown up everywhere, my betrayal fast tracked to global notoriety. Blackvale Enterprises, my billion dollar tech empire, was currently a laughing stock and my father’s wrath was just the beginning.

“But today, I stand before you with sixty-three. I decided that one was far too small for my hands. I bought a billion-dollar empire days ago, and before the ink had even dried, I gave it away.” I sighed inwardly. He was showing off again, acting the part of the untouchable billionaire. But then he turned his head toward me, his eyes dark and intense. “I’d like to introduce the new Chairwoman and sole owner of that empire... Elira Blackthorne.” My eyes grew wider. My heart stopped, then restarted with a violent thud against my ribs. Elira Blackthorne? Was this the surprise he had been talking about? The room erupted. It wasn't applause; it was a roar of confusion and scandalized whispers. I

I closed my eyes. Ethan’s voice echoed in my head. I have second thoughts about us. He had already begun pulling away. Slowly, I opened my eyes. “Do it,” I said. They both looked at me sharply. “Hold the gala,” I repeated, my voice shaking but clear. “Announce me as CEO. I’ll face Donovan. I’ll face the board. I’ll face the media.” “And Ethan?” Grandma Eleanor asked carefully. A bitter smile curved my lips. “If this costs me Ethan,” I said quietly, “then maybe he was never truly mine.”

Three years ago, this same set of people had watched me walk out with my dignity in pieces while Levi Smith stood beside his new fiancée and accepted applause for a future he had built on my work. Tonight, I walked in with a title of my own. The whispers began before I reached the podium. “Isn’t that Levi Smith’s ex?” “She’s running the project?” “I thought she left the city.” I heard every word. I let them pass through me without leaving a mark. The heels of my shoes clicked heavily against the marble. I didn’t hurry, and I didn’t look down. The silver ring on my right hand caught the light as I moved. My father’s ring rested between my fingers and my thumb brushed its edge once, a habit I

I had always been what you would call a slow person. Case in point: When I saw the stern-looking female CEO appearing in the financial news who looked just like my wife, it took me ages to finally realize it was truly her. Immediately after, a stream of comments highlighted in different colors overlaid my vision. [Oh my God! Julian Vance, the shameless supporting male lead, has finally shown up to stir the pot! Imagine dragging a child into this just to scam Ms. Eunice Latour, how disgusting!] [Didn’t he already make away with two million as compensation? Why is he back again? He must be sick in the head if he thinks that he can use his child as a pawn to get ahead in life!] [I can’t wa

It was thick and soft, and he leaned into the touch like a man who'd been starved of it. "After that," I said, and my voice finally cracked, "I walked into his office with divorce papers, and he signed them like he was approving an invoice. He took the car. He told me I was useless without him." A laugh scraped out of me, humorless. "I stood on a sidewalk with two bags and a flyer, and you know the rest. So. That's my shitty life." Adrian lifted his head. His eyes were red. I'd never seen that, not once. He looked at me like I was something he'd have burned the world down to protect, if only he'd known about it earlier.

Right before the wedding, my fiancé asked to postpone it by seven days. All because he wanted to spend time with his childhood sweetheart, who was terminally ill. "This week I am completely free. I want to be with Lily and help her fulfill her last wish." I asked, somewhat taken aback: "Tomorrow is our wedding. Are you trying to humiliate me?" Alexander's eyes darted away, but his tone was firm. "Lily has only a month left to live. I owe her a love story worth remembering." I didn't agree, but Alexander left anyway. The wedding was postponed at the last minute. [Joanna, we won't cross the line. I will give you a grand wedding.] Every day after that, Alexander sent me updates on his itinerary

The day the company announced its promotions, I was passed over again. An intern got the job instead. He'd been there only three months and hadn't even finished his probation. My fiancée, Erin Carter, had handed him the manager position herself. I went to confront her. She pulled me into the supply closet at the end of the hall and hissed at me. "Ethan, how many times do I have to tell you? We have to avoid even the appearance of favoritism!" "Favoritism?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I've been this department's top performer for three years straight. You promised me this promotion." "So what?" Erin frowned. "You're my fiancé. If I promote you, what will people think? Do you know how hard it