My Unwanted Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

I asked, ruffling his hair, and he nodded happily. “Yes, mummy.” “That's great. Thank you, my love.” “I can't believe I almost forgot,” Tasha huffed, patting her forehead. “I finally found that guy's social media. The one who employed me to manage that big charity gala.” “Oh, is that so?” I asked. “Yeah, let me show you,” She said, as she typed something on her phone. “The man is so handsome in like an unreal, Greek god way. No disrespect to you, babe.” She darted David a sheepish look, and he just huffed before walking away.

However, this time Carina Morales dared to yell back at her like that. Andrea Morales sneered: "It's really strange. You told me, what tricks did you use to trick the general director of Dream Corporation, Tyler Roth, now you have become his fiancée too. It is ridiculous.” “A divorced woman like you, was kicked out of the house by your parents, that day you were still drunk in a bar, going to bed with a strange man. But now you become the billionaire's fiancée?" The more Andrea Morales thought, the more angry she became: "Or does he not know the disgusting things you have done, do you need me to tell him?"

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

I took the remote and switched on the TV. "Yes, that’s why we suspect Mr. Winters wants his ex-wife back, who is now a businesswoman, secret sources say it’s because she is a billionaire now who can save his family’s company, a company that his current girlfriend, or rather fiancé, brought down with her oniomania disorder.” “What?!” I turned and saw Cassie, who had her mouth wide open. I switched off the TV. “I’m not addicted to shopping,” she said and came to me.

I have been trying my very best to avoid her. Not able to concentrate any more on the novel I am reading titled "The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride", which is somehow related to what is about to happen to me, I drop the book. I picked this book up from the bookshop I went to yesterday because of the title. I am going to be a billionaire's wife too very soon and I am also unwanted. I want to know what happened to the billionaire's bride who was unwanted by the billionaire. Getting to where the billionaire was treating her harshly made my heart sink so low that I feel like the same thing is going to happen to me too.

She didn’t want his comfort; not now, not after everything. "Evelyn, listen to me," he urged, his tone turning urgent. "You need to go back to Michael. If you don’t, the Sullivan family will pull their shares from the company. You don’t grasp what that means. This company is my life. Your future hinges on it." Her head snapped up at the mention of Michael. "Is that all you care about? The damn company? Not me, not your grandchild—just the business?" Her words were sharp, laden with disdain. The man who once protected her now felt like a stranger. She rose abruptly, fists clenched, her body trembling with anger.

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top.

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

But this woman would not insult Katherine, not in my presence. “Well, I could sue you for this…” there she goes. I was about to open my mouth when, “but I won’t, just because you promise me that your friend here will get everything done.” That’s more like it. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m happy with the whole situation. I barely have any money left, and this might cost me a fortune.” There it is again. And… I just remembered where I had seen her. She is Vanessa Donovan, ex-wife of the billionaire Alex Donovan. Strange to see her here and with no money at all. He must have kept everything to himself.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.