Running After My Secret Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

“We can’t let them win by living in fear.” He looked at her, the corners of his mouth twitching into a tired smile. “You always know what to say.” “Because I know you,” she said simply. “And because I believe in us.” He squeezed her hand—and for a brief moment, the storm faded. Then the TV screen flickered to life. Breaking News: Exclusive—Inside the Billionaire’s Secret Life! The broadcast showed a blurred clip—Ethan and Maya, laughing over dinner. The same footage from the flash drive.

"How could you be so heartless?" It was the last time Allora saw him... ~~ As she snapped out of her thoughts, she felt a burning gaze upon her, and her black eyes instantly locked with the brown ones of the man she once called her husband. "Mason..." she could help but whispers his name. Her knees trembled beneath her, threatening to give way, but Sharon swiftly moved to support her. Her friend's expression mirrored the horror and fear that gripped Allora. The anger she saw in her ex-husband's eyes made her flinch, and in that moment, survival instincts took over. Without a second thought, she ran, driven by the desperate need to save herself before the storm of his rage engulfed her entire

"My personal life has nothing to do with business. I hope you can refrain from such statements." "Why did you reject the company? According to an insider, they are qualified." The first reporter paused and continued again, "Another mentioned that you've been having a secret affair with Lucas Knight. This speculation shouldn't be disgraceful but cleared off by you as the assumption about your child belonging to your ex-husband has also started circulating since no one knew of you as the wife of the deceased Mr. James West until recently. How true are those rumors?"

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.

Her lazy eyes looked at him as she said, “Did I ask you about the secretary that you seemed to carry everywhere with you? The one that is still sitting in your car.” She added, “Carina Romano? Does it ring a bell? If you were so serious about the marriage, you would dispose of her first. You betrayed me the moment you fucked her in the private plane that you use to arrive in Newyork.” “Oh, I did not have a mole among your men,” She laughed. “But I know men like you. I made an assumption and the look on your face just proved it.” Impressed, Cillian said, “You are something, aren't you?”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

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.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.