Running After My Secret Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again. Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’ I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it. At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.

Warmth spreads down my spine and suddenly I’m very aware of how hot my face feels. Nancy gasps. “Ooooooh. That blush tells me everything I need to know.” “Stop,” I mumble. “Oh my God, Diane. You slept with a secret billionaire who also happens to be your best friend’s mysterious ex and now you’re accidentally married to him.” She pauses. “You realize how insane that sounds, right?” “I’m aware,” I mutter. Nancy leans forward with a mischievous grin. “So what does Mr. Billionaire Husband want now?”

Her voice trembled with the effort of keeping her composure, but she straightened her shoulders anyway, remembering every lesson in survival her past had forced her to learn. The doors swung open. Light exploded—camera flashes everywhere, lightning white and blinding. June flinched, eyes watering, but Dante didn’t even blink. He pulled her close, letting everyone see his grip. This was their big reveal: the most eligible billionaire in New York, stepping out with a secret wife and a four-year-old heir. The “Public Debut.” All eyes locked on June. The hush was palpable, a living thing, as the city’s powerful and petty alike measured her with hungry curiosity, ready to pounce at the first sign

Andrew remained silent, prompting an uproarious laugh from Martin, "Hahaha... Because you've got a sweet little wife at home now, haven't you? You're all about the domestic life these days." At that, Andrew paused his writing, the pen leaving a deep blot on the document as he frowned slightly, "You're overthinking it. She just needs taking care of." Martin's laughter persisted, undeterred, "Alright, no need to explain to me. We all get it. I actually called to tell you something else. I think you should check out the hot search." Andrew's response was noncommittal, signaling Martin to continue. Despite Andrew's attempts to downplay the situation, it was clear that the dynamics of his life ha

She might not tell that she signed a marriage contract and was now living in Callahan’s penthouse, but with the security system that monitors her, Gaile would find out right away that she’s now his wife in papers. She read Callahan’s information and saw how he was actually the son of a business tycoon—the owner of Simmons Corp., which was known in the country for being successful in terms of business trading and real estate. She has seen the outstanding sales of their products and the way their market has never lowered to a billion per year of sales, which shows why Callahan was probably inspired by his father’s achievement. “His father is a billionaire, which is probably the reason why he w

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

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?"

The latest trending headline glowed bright. Vicky glanced at it carelessly--then her eyes widened, pupils contracting. The headline read: Oscar Winner Daniel Confirmed in Secret Romance with RUP Group Heiress Vicky. Beck crossed his arms and stared at her, waiting for an explanation. A hot flush of fury surged through Vicky. She snatched the new phone off the bed and dialed the number she had received earlier. The call rang a few times and was rejected. She clenched her jaw and redialed. This time, the line connected after a pause.

Philip’s POV To my surprise, I literally could not believe what I was seeing. And there she was, Kendra – my ex-wife – pictured on every television and in every magazine. The woman I’d so callously tossed aside was now a global icon, a self-made billionaire. I felt a lump in my throat as I came to the terrifying reality of what I did wrong. “How the hell did you get these?” I whispered to Adrian. Adrian looked at me and raised his shoulders. “It’s all over the media, man, she is all over the media!”

I meant every word. I stood up and left the meeting room, leaving them to ponder on what I just said. Surely, they'll sit up now. The mistake was obvious, a miscalculation of figures. Next time they'll double check. I slowly rubbed my temples. Being a CEO of such a big company wasn't easy. I needed a drink. 4pm, my wristwatch said. I decided to leave the office when my secretary sent a message. "Sir, your wife dropped a package for you." She said on the phone. My mood instantly got worse. Wife. Yeah right.