My Sweet Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

I hadn't even told her that the DNA result was out already; I wanted to keep her in the dark until I figured out what I wanted. As I dismantled the fleet of stairs stealthily, my sister's scream almost sent me falling down the few staircases left. “You did it!” Laura screamed with so much enthusiasm. With my hand clutching my chest, I retorted, “You scared the hell out of me.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura screamed. My mother came out of the kitchen with mittens in hand and said, “Pollen is the billionaire's wife to be.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura shouted even louder this time around.

"He doesn't have much time left, Miss Emily. His greatest wish is to meet his granddaughter before it's too late." He looked toward the waiting Rolls-Royce before meeting my eyes again. "The private jet is ready. If you're willing to come with me, we need to leave tonight.” I looked at the car, then back at the house I had just left a part of me wanted to walk away from all of this. Today had already been too much. My marriage was over, I had nowhere to go, and now a stranger was telling me I belonged to one of the richest families in the country. It felt impossible.

I then reached for it anyway. The headline filled the screen. Billionaire CEO Humiliated: Divorce Drama and Scandalous Affairs Unfold. A muscle tightened in my jaw, and slowly, I lowered the phone onto the desk. My hands were steady enough to pass for calm, but tension had settled beneath my skin so deeply that even breathing felt like work. Every article told a different version of the same story; some painted me as a fool, while others turned my marriage into entertainment. A few attempted sympathy, which somehow felt worse.

Mostly about his looks. The woman on the screen had platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Beautiful. Fit for a billionaire’s wife. “Heiress of the Garcia Estates,” Gabby breathed, scrolling like her life depended on it. “Isn’t she just stunning.” “Wow,” I said, meaning it about as much as she needed me to, and went back to my folder. I didn’t care much either way. Good for him. “She really is.” She sighed dreamily before slumping in the chair by my desk. “To be a billionaire's wife.”

Even the air felt expensive, and I only felt like a gaping goldfish just waiting to swim in the shark tank. The stylist, a soft spoken woman in her forties, circled me like I was a mannequin. Her hands were gentle, her smile too polished as she adjusted things I didn't see the need for. “You’re his wife now,” she said, fastening a diamond bracelet around my wrist. Asides the bright smile she wore, I could tell there was something else underneath; surprise. She was shocked, that the billionaire playboy who ate scandals for a living, had finally settled down. “You have no idea how lucky you are.”

She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

"We aren't friends. I would prefer to spend New Year alone without you being here as usual. In fact, I would love it. Stop acting as if everything is normal and we're best of friends, it's choking," I smirked. "I assumed we were at least civil with one another," "We are but that doesn't mean we have to bake cookies together or even watch a movie together. We signed a contract, didn't we? You're out of my business and I'm out of yours. I pretend I'm still your wife and attend events with you just to let people think I'm still your wife. Anything outside of that is madness," I didn't say anything. I swallowed all of the words I was supposed to say.