My Unwanted Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

I wish I could just move on like it's nothing but I can't. It's so unfair that I am a billionaire and I have all the money in the world, yet I can't keep a steady relationship or marriage. Divorce twice and now Emily is leaving me just two weeks to the wedding and even though I have been nothing but good to all my ex's, I am the one getting all the backlash for their wickedness.

He does not even sound surprised at all. "Yes, she did." "No problem, let her know that I will be back in California in a week." "You won't fly back sooner." "No" "Really" I am beyond shocked with the way he took the news "Yes," "Wow!" "You must be shocked with the way I took the news." "Yes, very shocked." "Eleanor, this is not the first time a woman is claiming I am the father of her baby." "Really" "Yes, I am a billionaire. I am the father of every baby of every woman who ends up in my bed even though I never sleep with these women raw."

She is a trouble in my ass. Hahahaha! I plan on dumping her soon anyway. I still need her around for now. At least I have someone to tend to my sexual urges day and night. I went back to surfing the net on Huxley's family and I found he has an elder brother. "How interesting! So he is not even the first son yet he is enjoying the wealth all by himself. What a fraud!" I closed my PC and ordered an Uber. I needed to go somewhere private and plan this out well.

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

I drove back home, and upon entering the house, I met Allison, who rushed to me immediately. "Why did you go to the hospital? Is any of your family members hurt?" she said, worry lacing her voice. I didn't answer. I pulled her into a hug, my hands hovering around her as I allowed my tears to flow. The pain of being unwanted was still there, even though I thought I had overcome it after becoming a billionaire.

She couldn’t have terminated the pregnancy. “You did what?” I asked, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Grayson… after I left, I thought I could do it on my own, but I barely had any money and I couldn’t even take care of myself. So I didn’t want to bring a child into this world.” My eyes burned with unshed tears. The one thing I had been looking forward to didn’t even exist. I didn’t even know how I felt. “You terminated the baby because of money?” I finally asked after a long moment of silence. “It doesn’t even make sense… I would have given you whatever you wanted. You let the child of a billionaire go because of money? Such an irony.”

Working on my schedule for the day, I edited a reel of the latest batch of company robots and sent them along to the production team to vet. While I waited for feedback, I found my phone and scrolled through the internet. A few celebrities were trending, but weren't they always? I was still scrolling aimlessly until I came across the news that almost blew the top off my head. “BILLIONAIRE ROWAN ZANE BREAKS OFF ENGAGEMENT WITH LONG TIME SWEETHEART, ZARA STANTON” It felt as though I had been knocked over with a feather. I immediately clicked on the article, reading as fast as I could. When I was done reading, I sat back, shaking my head.

He was not worried about his image, however, he knew that in the next few days it would be difficult for Allora. He sighs at his impulsive action that got them into some messed up shit. The more he thought about avoiding any complications in their soon-to-be-divorced relationship, he found that his action would make the matter more intangible. He did not regret the thought of keeping Allora safe from her peers drooling over her, but he regretted the way he chose to make her understand. Why are you so worried about your cheating ex-wife, has not she done this before, having an affair behind your back? Karma is giving back what she sowed. His bad side reminded him.

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"