My ex is a secret billionaire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Zakael also owns his own restaurant. I couldn’t help but raise a brow, “So, he’s a businessman. That explained his office attire,” He’s a billionaire. The point is that this man is rich like all the other clients our agency has. The Exodus Agency doesn’t exchange its services for anything less than billions. It is well known for its great and trustworthy services; the agents make the agency’s reputation as well. So, we were trained for years before putting us under a mission. Despite the expensive price, still, many tycoons and bachelors seek the agency’s help.

She shunned him, not wanting that kind of thought in her head. He nodded. "So about..." "We should tell them." Elena interrupted him since it was the only thing on her mind. Alex blinked. "Are you...sure? We could just wait for the time that you're..." "I know you're not a patient man, Alex, and it's amusing you're trying to be patient, but now is the right time to spill it, and hopefully they'll know the kind of arrogant jerk their father is." Alex chuckled. "Use people to make money...how far is Xander from being an arrogant smart billionaire like his father? The apple didn't fall far from the tree. He's a chip off the old block." He stated, burying his hands in his blank pantsuit pockets.

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

"I thought you'd make this engagement private?" "I don't have any idea how it got disclosed to the public, Paige. But I realized it's a good thing. It shook the whole country, my dear," he paused and chuckled. He dropped the newspaper on the table, showing it to me. "Look, they even call it the engagement of the year. Oh, how I want to skip the engagement and proceed to marry you off to your fiancée." I balled my fists. He's gone insane! He's so greedy for power and wealth. He's so thirsty for attention. I don't wanna live a life like this.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

One said that she cheated on me because I was too busy with work and I didn’t make out time for her. The other said I was a boring guy who didn’t know how to hold conversation. And the last one which was my recent break up was only with me for my money. She literally turned me into a money bag.The only time she calls or texted me was when she needed money. After that,the other women I keep meeting were all over my net worth the moment they learn that I was a successful surgeon. I just wanted to click with someone.I have always been curious to know how you could meet someone and you and that person would fit in all areas.

“You really didn’t know.” I hung up before she could say more, my fingers trembling as I scrambled through my phone. And there it was—the headline screaming back at me. Billionaire Colton Sinclair’s Secret Engagement to the Faceless Famous Vivienne Laurent Finally Revealed.

It didn’t matter that I had asked her to marry me before, the truth now was that I didn’t want her anymore. “Dominic!” Ted called after me but I ignored him and got into my car. The drive back was silent and wasn’t quite sure if I was paying attention to the road or wandering through my own thoughts but no matter how hard or how many times I tried to focus on the road, I was just not able to. At that moment, I drove past a huge billboard and the headlines caught my attention, “Billionaire set to marry his pregnant girlfriend.” It read with a picture of me and Vivian leaving the wedding store that day, displayed boldy with emphasis on the wedding dress she had on.

I read the rest of the message out loud and Britney instantly grins. She throws her bar at me. “And you're taking me to this fancy fundraiser, right?” “Not after that betrayal.” “You have no say. I have dirt on you.” I squint. “You said you had your tongue taken to church by your Italian stallion lickier. Why do you need to crash this gala?” “Multi-task. I need to meet someone rich, single, and potentially related to your brooding billionaire.” Britney winks. “You have him, I’ll take his hot cousin.”