My ex is a secret billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You said that she had a few other issues,” Benton stated as he was trying to process everything that the doctor had just told him. He was not facing the men and looking at him. There was something that most people didn't even get when it came to talking to him. Benton had a reputation of not seemingly caring about most people. One of the richest men in the world, and then it almost seemed like he had no interpersonal skills. Most people just felt happy to be in the same room as him, as if either his money or his intellect would be the thing that would make them rise up like a phoenix. He hated that more than anything.

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 9: Failing? . MONDAY MORNING *ISABELLA* It’s Monday and I’m surprised that no one has made an attempt to make fun of me this morning. Have the lucky charm finally gotten to me? First I bagged a very handsome billionaire and now I’m being left alone at work. I resist the urge to bask in it. After turning on my computer and logging in, I’m actually surprised to find jobs in my inbox that relate to my job position.

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”

she announced with a sleek smile that blew them away. Within seconds, the media was filled with a new headline. MYSTERIOUS BUSINESS GURU OF THE QUEENS CRAFT COMPANY FINALLY REVEALS IDENTITY, PRESIDENT ASTRID EVERHART...

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

No job, no savings, no power to fix any of this. Then her father cleared his throat nervously. “There’s… one last chance. A long shot. But maybe…” She looked at him, her gut tightening. “I reached out to Lucian Thorne.” The name hit her like a punch. Lucian Thorne. Her ex. The cold, ruthless billionaire who once held her heart and then crushed it when he thought she betrayed him. The man she promised never to see again. “Lucian? Are you serious?” Her voice was sharp. “Dad, you know what happened between us.”

“Also correct.” “M for muffin.” “Your priorities are consistent.” Gabriella buckled Max’s seat belt. “He also said M for millionaire, but Miss Clara said that wasn’t a common example.” I turned from the front seat. “Where did you learn the word millionaire?” Max smiled with an innocence so smooth it immediately became suspicious. “I heard it from Aunt Maya.” I started the engine. “We are all going to have a talk with Aunt Maya.” Max looked at Gabriella with a small flicker of concern. “Is Aunt Maya in trouble?”

But Kylan that moment seemed dumbfounded, like he had seen a ghost or something. His next movement immediately explained why, as he held his phone in the air towards me. Distracting myself from the call for a second, I read the words that displayed on his screen carefully… “EX-WIFE OF BILLIONAIRE, SEBASTIAN FROST, HOOKS UP WITH FORMER ADULT FILM STAR.”

the manager replied before excusing himself. “Gemma…” Lilly was the first to speak. “Who exactly are you?” “I was literally about to ask the same question,” another person immediately added. “No, seriously,” someone else said excitedly. “You got your ex-husband blacklisted from one of the most expensive restaurants in New York!” “You’re secretly some kind of billionaire, aren’t you?” “Did you buy this restaurant?” That one caught me so off guard that I laughed. “I’m sorry to disappoint everyone,” I said honestly, “but I’m just as confused as all of you are.”

she explained, her tone leaving no room for argument. I swallowed hard. I was supposed to be excited about a new opportunity, but all I felt was dread. Because if I was going to be the CEO’s new secretary, that meant I’d have to work closely with the current secretary—the last person on Earth I wanted to see. Callum. My stupid, cheating ex-fiancé. I forced myself to remain calm, but my heart pounded in protest. "Mrs. Carter, I… I didn’t expect this. I thought I’d be handling the finance division."