My Unwanted Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

As if the woman lying in pain wasn’t his wife. Hazel lay there on the cold floor, surrounded by scattered clothes. The maid wanted to help but was afraid of Xander. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She looked at the ceiling, her vision getting dark. How long can I endure this? she thought weakly. I am the Billionaire’s Unwanted Wife. I have everything money can buy, yet I have nothing at all. No love. No respect. No care. But even then, she was still holding on. She was still hoping… maybe… just maybe… one day, he would look at her and see her worth.

If she died then, no one would bat an eye. But Lilian had survived. Again and again. And now, the police were involved. Her ex-husband—Christopher—the billionaire—had security detail around her day and night. Worse, the narrative had shifted. They knew now. They knew it wasn’t the Predators. His mask was slipping. The whiskey bottle burst on its impact against the wall opposite him before he even knew he had hurled it. Shattered pieces flashed on the floor.

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"

She ran away from my sight just like that. I know her, and it doesn't sound like her. Why is she crying if this is what she wants? It was weird, and I couldn't hold myself back from finding out what was actually happening. It was hard because she is really cutting off contact with me. She rejected all my calls and didn't reply to any of my messages. However, months after that, I found out that she is actually marrying the country's most wanted billionaire, Ibrahim Saunders. The man who used to be my sister's fiancé before she ran away and now, he is marrying my ex. It feels like the world is very small, doesn't it? Angry? I was mad, but what can I do? Ibrahim has all the power and money. Wha

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

“So, he cheated on me. Got cheated on. Thought he was going to be a dad, then wasn’t. Got dumped. And now he’s crawling back?” “Like a roach after the apocalypse, baby. Resilient and unwanted.” I rubbed my temples. “What is happening in my life?” “You’re thriving, that’s what’s happening,” Agnes declared. “While your ex is crying into a tub of expired protein powder, you’re fake-engaged to a billionaire who has arms like Greek sculpture and a face that makes nuns blush.” “That’s not comforting.” “It should be. You’ve got Jace Salvador pretending to love you in front of cameras. Do you know how many women would sell their left kidney for that PR package?”

The room erupted in uproar; they didn't expect Rita, Jaden's ex-wife, to be so ruthless. And so, Jaden's company declared bankruptcy, and Jaden left the office without a word Rita watched Jaden leave the office, a tumult of conflicting emotions swept over her. She had achieved what she set out to do, ensuring that her child's future was secure by transferring her shares to Noah. However, the victory felt hollow, and she couldn't find any joy in seeing Jaden in such a destitute state.

The one who'd redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I'd sworn I wouldn't see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

he continued which made me look at him helplessly. I wanted Bryse to stop nagging me but I couldn’t command myself to talk. My lips were trembling so badly as tears kept falling from my eyes. “You know why? It's because of this. He’s getting married, Tysha. As soon as possible.” ALL of this happened when I was hired by my ex’s billionaire uncle. I thought it would be all worth it but I was wrong. After giving myself to Rue one last time, I left SlumberLux including my own copy of the contract that I signed. It was hard to leave, carrying my bag and the heaviness in my heart but I kept moving.

Was it fair that he got to move on so easily, to find his ‘childhood love’ and look so genuinely blissful, while I was here, navigating this bizarre new life, filled with secrets and regrets? My heart ached with a strange combination of resentment and a deep, unexpected pang of something akin to jealousy. Not jealousy for Donald himself, but for the simplicity of his happiness, for the clear, unburdened joy he displayed. I realized that for all the wealth and power surrounding me now, for all the truth I had uncovered, I still felt profoundly complicated, burdened by the past. The pain of my failed marriage, the sting of feeling used, it all resurfaced. And also, the knowledge that I was a s