My Sweet Billionaire Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Carson demanded in an inpatient tone and Brenda immediately brought out her phone. She visited her I*******m app and searched for Nora's username on it. It brought out her pictures and she immediately showed it to Carson. Immediately Carson set his eyes on the picture, he screamed out in shock. "Oh my goodness! This is her! This is the bitch who betrayed me," Carson screamed out and slowly brought down his voice realizing that he might draw attention. Brenda stared at him like one who has gone nuts. "Do you know what you're saying? This lady is the Ex-wife of a popular billionaire who goes by the name Rufus Williams. She is currently engaged to his brother, this lady is my boss. How can she

she replied. "They are not mine, they belong to her ex-husband, Liam." I watched as her eyes widened in shock. "Hold on, Mr Liam, the other..." She suddenly trailed of, her gaze fixed on me for a few seconds before drawing out a seat and lowered herself on it, then turned around to face me. "Do you want to talk about it?" I didn't know what I wanted at that moment, but I could feel my head nodding slowly at her voluntarily. She flashed me a warm smile, then turned towards the waiter. "A shot please,"

But here she is, doing exactly that. And Aria—my wife, my new billionaire ex-wife—standing her ground with a strength I never truly understood. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut; all these years, everyone has been treating her like a slave, and I never did anything to stop it. Worse, I never even noticed. I was so caught up in my own world, my own concerns, that I completely failed to see what was happening right under my nose. The guilt gnaws at me, a relentless, bitter ache in my chest.

But the sheer audacity, the blatant disregard for our… whatever this was between us, struck a nerve. She paused, her hand on the doorknob, and turned, a slow, deliberate movement that heightened the tension in the room. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face. It was like a fleeting expression that might have been amusement, or perhaps a hint of something colder. “I mean,” she said, her voice deceptively calm, “that I can sort my own bills, Donald. Pay for my own trips. Unlike your ex-wife, Sophia.”

In a soft voice, she said, “We can’t go back to the past, but we can have a better future.” Magnus’s eyes lit up with joy. He pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with excitement. “Senna, my dear wife.” “Who’s your wife? We’re divorced, remember?” Senna wrinkled her nose in disdain, giving him a playful glare. Magnus laughed. No matter how long it took, he would win her back completely. ***

My face graced the covers while the titles changed. Billionaire's wife buys her way into Hollywood. Another read. Former escort and now billionaire's wife, bribing crew for her role to cross into Hollywood big. That wasn't even true. I had worked hard for it and never offered a bribe. Then I clicked on one of the pages and read through. My blood boiled as I read the lies and then my eyes caught the comments and I wished I didn't read them. “I'm not surprised. She didn't drug the billionaire and slept with him months ago.”

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

“My back doesn’t hurt anymore right now. I just want to devour you completely. Danielle, your body is incredible. Just looking at you gets me hard. Frank Tino was an idiot for abandoning a beautiful wife like you.” “Mr. Billionaire, don’t mention my ex-husband…” “What? Does hearing his name hurt your feelings?” The billionaire’s voice turned teasing. “Later, you’ll have to answer me this… between him and me, who makes you feel better?”

But I was happy, and I was managing it all. The Paris society pages were full of pictures featuring me and Sebastian. The headlines often read: ‘Sebastian Montgomery, spotted again with his ‘mystery woman’, billionaire and high fashion designer, Cassandra Stoneworth.’ The paparazzi had naturally done their digging the first time I was spotted with Sebastian in public. They’d found out my name, and that I was from America. They also found out that I was a billionaire, and that I co-owned Hot House Flower and was launching a new company in Paris.