Novel & Cerita Running After My Secret Billionaire Ex Wife

Axella rebuffed taking a sip of water. "I wouldn't replace my man for anyone else even if the option was Don Ricardo." Nat replied absentmindedly still toiling with her phone Jean stared at the woman beside her and almost let out a scoff. She was making it look like she has a relationship with Ricardo. Jean was sure this was going to cause trouble for whoever Nat was married to. Axella burned in anger at Natalie's last words,her seat became uncomfortable and she stood up. Axella was angry that she couldn't get Natalie angry.

"You went dark. People notice when the CEO vanishes for days. I was... concerned." Lila caught the flicker in Victoria's eyes—something almost like regret. The woman who'd once worn Ethan's ring publicly, who'd graced red carpets on his arm. The one the tabloids had mourned when their engagement ended. Lila had always wondered if Victoria still carried a torch. Now she wondered if that torch had just been used to set everything ablaze. "I need to see the article," Lila said, voice steadier than she felt. Victoria pulled out her phone, tapped the screen, and handed it over. The headline screamed in bold: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN BLACKWOOD'S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED: ARTIST WIFE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT?

For some unknown reason, her heart began to race quickly. As soon as she opened the article, her eyes went wide in terror. She stared at the picture showing up in the blog with wide eyes for a few seconds before scrolling down and reading the content in the article. Secret Marriage: Billionaire Rayan Allen and Morin Heiress Anthea Morin are secretly married.

I hadn't even told her that the DNA result was out already; I wanted to keep her in the dark until I figured out what I wanted. As I dismantled the fleet of stairs stealthily, my sister's scream almost sent me falling down the few staircases left. “You did it!” Laura screamed with so much enthusiasm. With my hand clutching my chest, I retorted, “You scared the hell out of me.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura screamed. My mother came out of the kitchen with mittens in hand and said, “Pollen is the billionaire's wife to be.” “Who is the billionaire's wife to be?” Laura shouted even louder this time around.

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

“That’s a fucking…sorry, I mean a fudging million dollars car. How can I not like it?” “Ohhh, okay. I thought you have lots of expensive cars, since you are the wife of a billionaire,” he says as he walks towards the car, digging his boot into the snow. “I do, I just don’t have a Lamborghini Reventon,” I say, following up behind him. It’s as if we are walking inside a big pool, but this is worse. I wonder why the snow doesn’t go down. “Oh really,” I hear him say. “Yeah.” I try pulling out my left leg from the snow but it’s as if it got stuck.

"It's been a while right, and a lot of things had happened. I miss you every day and can't believe you are gone. Every day I woke up to the reminder that you are no longer with us, I feel pain, and I know the only way I can resolve this pain is to find whoever did this to you. I won't rest until I do." He pulled some weed beside the grave, "Your son finally got married to the Devano's daughter. The wedding was simple like you guys had always said. He grew up as handsome as you, and also as curious as you. He is starting to question a lot of things, and I feel like soon, I will have to tell him why everything revolving around him has to be a secret." The tears were now streaming from hi

Thankfully, my space was nowhere next to the gossip mongers or I would have been the topic of discussion. Yet, I couldn't ignore the whispers, the sideways looks and the look of pity. "Did you hear she got dumped right after the wedding?" "God, the shame…" "She probably cheated." "Even worse...You know Miss. Self Righteous didn’t want to give up her coochie. So he gave it to who was willing." I swallowed hard, shoulders squared. I refused to cry again. I was done with that. I buried myself in work, pushing through reports until the sun dipped and the office emptied. It wasn’t until I checked the clock—11:04 PM—that I realized Logan hadn’t left either.

A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine. "Well, Mr. Cross," I said, walking back into the study and dropping into the massive leather chair. I opened my laptop, pulling the document back onto the center screen. "Looks like I'm not the only one wearing a mask." I highlighted the title I had typed just an hour ago: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE. I hit delete. I typed a new one, the keys clacking like a drumbeat. THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET.

After successfully reaching the parking lot, Abby interrogated, "Why is it dangerous?" He checked that popped-up notification in his phone. "Oh shit!" Frustration blew out his nose. "What is happening?" Flashing confliction, she peered at his phone. The post: No. 1 billionaire, Mr. Steven's wife seems to have a secret relationship with Mr. Keylan. Exasperation crossed her eyes. Keylan darted here and there scanning around the parking lot, checking whether people were secretly picturing them. Since there was no one, he pushed her inside the car, saying, "Let's go somewhere more like a blind spot."