روايات وقصص ضمن My Ex Begged For Me After My Tech Empire Reveal

That is a surprise, for the message was registered at one in the morning. 'I owe you an apology to what happened the other day; however, I wasn't able to do so, as such I was thinking of treating you to a dinner, if that will be, of course, alright. Moreover, yup, my offer on my wife’s position is still open, you might want to consider. -Your patiently waiting, future husband, Ylac Balthazar.' Ylac’s skin is really thicker than mine, what a bother.

Even Ora shook her head disapprovingly. But I felt oddly calm. That chapter of my life—the pain and betrayal—I could finally talk about it without breaking down. “My god, our live audience has just hit 6 billion!” Ora exclaimed, her eyes wide. “This is a record-breaking moment for my show! And now, Evelyn, I have a question that everyone is dying to know. You HAVE TO be honest with me.” I swallowed hard, my palms suddenly clammy. “Nevertheless, you ex was still an Alpha, a successful man. If he regretted losing you, would you take him back? Or… are you already seeing someone else?”

There were several gasps as I came out and chatter broke out amongst the crowd but I pretended not to hear it and just kept walking. As I reached the double entrance doors, I heard the click of a camera. I looked behind me but everyone was suspicious and no one had their phones out. I felt like crying. I pretended not to care and kept walking when my phone dinged with a message. It was a credit alert. Jackson had sent the sum of a million dollars with the description as compensation. He was a billionaire and a million dollars meant nothing to him but it made me feel worse. It felt like he was paying me off. Just like Paige said, he also didn’t want me to show my face anymore.

I’m left speechless. “I built this empire all by myself, pouring my heart and soul into every brick and beam, and throughout that journey, I encountered countless betrayals from those I once considered friends. Each betrayal cut deep, leaving scars that I still carry with me. I truly don’t want you to go through that same painful experience. You had such a wild and adventurous childhood, filled with moments that shaped who you are, and it makes me wonder if you’re equipped to handle the weight of the empire I’ve created. Will you face the same challenges and heartaches that I did?”

"The last time we talked, you're about to get engaged with your ex-boss. Now, it turned out it was all a plan? Why did you even publicize the engagement?" I shook my head. "Mr. Monroe has a plan of his own. He publicized the engagement to force Noah to show up. Yes, it was all planned. Moving in to my father's house, abducting Neo, the engagement…" "Wait… Wait." Alex lifted his arm, stopping me. "Abducting Neo? Neo Hanson? You abducted Neo Hanson? It was you?" I chewed my bottom lip, unable to answer. I saw Achi shaking his head as if he's having a hard time understanding my mind.

A world where I didn't have to shrink to make room for their egos. The city hummed outside. Somewhere out there, my parents were scrambling—calling lawyers, planting press stories, twisting the narrative. I could already imagine the headlines. Monroe Heiress Turns Her Back on Empire. Family Fallout Goes Public in Eclipse Split. Let them talk. Let them twist it. Because they could only twist what they still owned—and they didn’t own me anymore. My phone buzzed again. Damian. This time I stared at the screen longer. I wanted to answer.

"Despite sabotage from my former co-founder Eli Graves, who, I might add, has signed a public confession, we've grown. Doubled revenue, expanded partnerships. Outperformed projections by 38%. And guess what?" I looked straight into the camera. "Not a single line of code was written with a kiss." The room erupted. Not with boos but with loud applause. I wasn't just surviving the scandal. I was rewriting the damn rulebook. Afterward, Nicholas found me in the wings, jaw tight. "You didn't just defend yourself. You annihilated them." "They wanted drama. I gave them facts." He looked at me like I was the sun after a storm. "So... what happens now?"

“Not bought, not afraid. You sure about this?” “I’m done being a footnote in someone else’s story.” Three days later, we sat under bright studio lights across from Liana Vega, the investigative journalist known for exposing tech moguls and political dynasties. It was raw. Unscripted. Real. I spoke of my career, of falling in love with Callum before Emilia, of stepping aside when she got sick. Of losing everything because I dared to come back. Liana didn’t pull punches. She asked about love, loyalty, grief. About money. About the check.

I opened my browser and typed in the site’s name, more to prove him wrong than anything else. The page loaded. And my stomach dropped. The first thing I saw—front and center, bold and unavoidable—was my face. Me, standing at the aquarium. Alex on my shoulders. His small hand pointing excitedly at something out of frame. A shark. The headline blurred for a second before my brain caught up. Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? “Fuck,” I breathed.

My revenge. I glanced at Jay’s sleeping face, the faint rise and fall of his chest beneath the sheets. “You see that, love?” I murmured. “The world finally found new headlines. They forgot all about the ‘pregnant bachelor’ thing. You’re free of their circus at least for now.” I turned the screen back toward me, watching as reporters swarmed the Saito mansion gates. The empire that once stood untouchable was now being carved open for everyone to see. Stock values plummeted, partners backed out, and the Internet did what it did best tore apart the mighty.