Novel & Cerita My ex is a secret billionaire

Sheila had thought all night and decided it was best to move out first. However, just as she came downstairs, her phone pinged—a trending topic notification. #Breaking! Ford CEO entered a secret contract marriage with his female secretary two years ago, with terms indistinguishable from a sugar daddy agreement!

“It didn't say I had to die.” “I paid you extra for the death, didn't I?” “You did.” The man shrugged. “But all I'm saying is... you can still pay me more. You can do better.” He chuckled. “You're a billionaire after all.” “And the only reason I stay a billionaire,” Victor replied without emotion, “is because I don't let lazy pieces of shit blackmail me.” “Well...” the man leaned back comfortably. “I can always go find your wife and tell that poor girl you tricked her.”

Another picture. He was opening the passenger door of his car for me. Another. He was looking at me. Not at the cameras. At me. The headline underneath read: BLACKWELL HEIR FINALLY FOUND LOVE? BILLIONAIRE CEO SPOTTED WITH LONGTIME SECRET GIRLFRIEND. I stared at the screen. My heart skipped. "So..." Mimi said softly. "Are you going to tell me why the internet thinks you're dating the richest bachelor in the country?" I looked away. "I can't."

“He barely even cared. Signed the papers like it was just another business deal.” Skyler’s eyes widened dramatically. “No way. No drama? No ‘how could you leave me’ moment?” “None,” I replied, letting out a small laugh. “He asked me where I got the $10 million from, though. He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I didn’t touch his money. Two years and he still knows nothing about me.” Skyler raised his glass in a mock toast. “To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.”

“I hope she realizes what mess she’s getting herself into.” “I’ve heard guys like these just steal their money and run off.” I am feeling so weird and disgusted by the comments, while Ethan is just not bothered about the harsh comments. He still thinks that I don’t know that he’s the son of a billionaire. I am wondering when does he even plan to disclose this secret of his to me. Finally, we make our way to the private box where Ethan’s ex, Lydia, is holding court. The air is thick with anticipation, and we can both hear snippets of conversation as we approach. Lydia’s friends are praising her, their voices tinged with envy and admiration.

This whole process utterly exhausted me. "We can find another way Eri.", his eyes were pleading me to say yes but the reality is harsh and not quite like how we want it to be. I shook my head, "There is no other way. Tristan... Tristan is a freaking billionaire. He can do anything just with the click of his finger. I have known him for a real while and I know when wants something he can do anything to get it.", I explained again for the thousandth time while running my hand through my thick locks which were badly entangled.

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”