My Unwanted Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

It had been a prank call, some stupid hoodlum who thought that pretending to be her ex would be funny. Olivia was already used to these types of calls. Noah Grant was a well known figure, and their relationship hadn't been a private affair. It might have been ten years ago, but people still asked her about him in interviews and press conferences. While she would love to avoid speaking about her ex as much as she could, it had become inescapable. But it didn't matter, she wasn't a wimp anymore, she had her own empire, one that she had fought hard to build. Getting down from bed, she sauntered to the drawer close by to get her medication. She needed to calm her nerves before she could return t

I'll do well to carry you along. The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) This Book Can Be Read As A Standalone Synopsis I married him, again. My abusive ex-husband. He ruined me, he abused me, he molested me, he took almost everything from me, and then made me have his babies. And then, I married him again. We reconciled after my twin sister whom he did all these for left him, we reconciled and I married him again. I'm officially Mrs. Ford, this time with no commas. And I shall have my revenge. I shall destroy every bits of him left, the ones my twin sister left couldn't.

“We… we were friends. For a short time. She—Dr. Allison Reed—came to me for help.” I stared at her, breath shallow. “What kind of help?” Her eyes flickered before she admitted, “She offered me half of her fortune. Just to take you in.” Her voice trembled—shame and bitterness tangled together. “We needed the money, so I agreed.” The world tilted beneath me. So I was bought. Raised because they needed the money. Not because they wanted me. A hollow ache pressed into my stomach. “Did Dad know?” “Yes,” Bethany whispered. “He knew everything.”

* (Present) I'm attending a high-profile fundraiser, dressed in a stunning red gown, mingling with the city's elite. I was invited as a guest of honor, and I was looking forward to a night of networking and making valuable connections. As I make my way through the crowded room, I notice a man staring at me from across the room. When I glanced at the invisible talons digging into my neck, I’m faced with no other than him. Baxter Wolf. The man who allowed the poison between our parents infect us, even after promising he would only let that happen over his dead body.

‘Anyway, that’s why I have bad news for you, son. ‘What is it?’ He relayed, with dramatic emphasis, the conversation he had overheard. He repeated her declarations verbatim: ‘never date a billionaire,’ ‘not worth the trouble,’ ‘attracts their fair share of obsessed fans and stalkers.’ He concluded with her stated preference for a ‘peaceful life with a normal man… a nice, simple, un-powerful man.’ I fell silent. The irony was a sharp, cold blade. Here I was, meticulously engineering Cary’s permanent exile from her life, and I had already been disqualified on principle.

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!

Deimos Escarrá, Billionaire Mogul and former big shot Lawyer. And, Max's uncle. I just signed a contract with my ex's uncle.

Then Meryl and her best friend whom he doesn’t even remember her name both wanted the threesome and he was just a happy participant, why is he suddenly placed in the bad light about all this? Slowly, he dropped his phone on his large mahogany table that stretched out across the room, he knew his desk table was way too big for him but no, the bigger, the better and after all he was a billionaire now. He was in fact in charge of all Hatton enterprise. His mind wandered, suddenly thinking about Emily and hoping she hadn’t seen the hate media train that was suddenly following him and even if she did, he hoped she didn’t entirely believe them and understood that was his past life.

She turned around, but gasped and nearly fell over in fright. She was so tempted to scream at Egan. When would he stop creeping around noiselessly like that? Did he want to kill her from shock? She frowned at him as her heart raced. He did not even look apologetic, just staring at her icily. No. She could not do this. She was leaving. It was great to have been married to a billionaire for seventeen days. Now that would make a good movie. It would be even better than all the stories of celebrities who have had a short marriage. Kim Kardashain who? Britney Spears who? Poor sales assistant marries Miami’s billionaire for seventeen days would always make a better movie.

My heart raced, a mix of love and anticipation, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. The beach was quiet, the waves lapping gently, the pines casting long shadows. I kicked off my sandals, the sand cool beneath my feet, memories flooding—our passionate night here, his hands on my skin, the paparazzi flash that sparked the TMZ scandal. Justin’s press tour, his family’s gradual acceptance, our Met Gala triumph—each had built us stronger. Yet Xiamond’s media shadow lingered, her Paris buzz a reminder of my old fears. Could I, Kayla Reed, once a waitress, truly claim this life with a billionaire?