Submitting To My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Gosh, being in front of so many people could be fucking exhausting. Enzo was still outside and I was guessing he was issuing out instructions to the workers to make things easy for me. Just then, my phone started vibrating, buzz after buzz, drawing my attention. I lifted the device to my eye level and my eyes widened when I stared at the notification. Jasver Chadwick's supposedly dependent ex–wife transforms into the CEO of the Armani Conglomerates, now overseeing a number of companies. Attached to the post was a picture from when I was in the hall, watching Enzo announce me as the CEO.

There must've been something going on between them, right? My breath caught. It wasn't just the comment, but the over a thousand replies under it. I swallowed hard. The last thing I wanted now is to be exposed as Bryce’s ex-wife. My kids might stumble upon this video since they like watching the news, and… I gasped. Why didn't I think about this before going on the media without masking my identity or blurring my face? I clicked on the replies, and my heart skipped at the first one. ‘Allegedly, Mr. Winston used to be married years ago. Could this woman be his wife?’

I scrubbed his floors. I endured his mother's cruelty. I became invisible for a man who could not even remember our anniversary. Three years I gave him. Three years I hid who I really was because I thought love mattered more than power or money or my own name. But when I found him with her, when I saw the divorce papers were just a joke to him, when he told me I had nowhere to go and nothing to my name, something inside me broke. Or maybe it finally woke up. I am Elena Hartley. Heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Licensed pilot. Award-winning actress. Renowned pianist. And now, CEO of the company my ex-husband has been desperately begging for investment. He thought I was nobody. His fam

Kylie slumped her body on the couch opposite him. "Someone who has severe depression and has panic attacks now and then," replied the man. "You are right, I need strong medicine. I don't want my husband to find out about my depression," she sighed. She almost got caught when she fainted for six hours last time. She doesn't want anything like that to happen again. She wasn't sure about his intention or his sudden change of mind. So she couldn't reveal her weakness to him. "You got married? With whom?" asked Mark frowning. He confessed his love to her several times but she always refused him saying that she wasn't over her ex yet. Then why did she suddenly get married? "I got married to my bil

Jennifer snorted softly, cold voice replied: "Give me back it. Why are you automatically pawning my things?" "You… really don't want to have children with me that much?" Listening to William finished, she just felt like a lightning flashed through her mind, her mind went blank, startled looking at him for a long time, trying to suppress her frenzy, calmly replied: "Anyway, you and I are just a husband and wife on paper. Besides, what happened last night was just an accident, so I think it would be better to have no children. I don't want my child to be born into an incomplete family."

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

This whole process utterly exhausted me. "We can find another way Eri.", his eyes were pleading me to say yes but the reality is harsh and not quite like how we want it to be. I shook my head, "There is no other way. Tristan... Tristan is a freaking billionaire. He can do anything just with the click of his finger. I have known him for a real while and I know when wants something he can do anything to get it.", I explained again for the thousandth time while running my hand through my thick locks which were badly entangled.

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.

"Great, she is intelligent and amazing, as usual. She keeps bugging me to move in with them." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know." "You should move in. Why not?" "Because if it crashes and burns, then I'll be heartbroken." "But if he asks you to marry him, you'll already be there." "I don't think that's going to happen, Nina. He's a billionaire. I have been struggling my whole life. He's been dating models and actresses, and I am not that."

"Mr Adams Carter Ma'am, he stopped by and asked to pick up Diane, he said he was her father, a renowned billionaire wouldn't lie about that so that's why—" "Excuse me?" Alicia cut her off. "You gave my daughter to Adams!" She yelled. "Do you even hear yourself Miss Phobe?" She scoffed in disbelief. "That's literally the most stupidest and dumbest thing I've ever heard! How dare you give my daughter to some renowned billionaire!" She yelled, sarcastically laying emphasis on her last statement.