Submitting To My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

It was the first honest sentence in a long while that had cost me nothing, and the first that frightened me. "Why did you really agree to marry me?" I asked next. "Say it plain." "The will. And Richard's books." He didn't dress it up. "Your estate records may show where that money went. I won't pretend that wasn't part of it." "Part of it." "I signed away the money before you said yes. That wasn't about the books." "It doesn't fix this." I closed the folder. "I've been married to a man who decided what I deserved to know. I'm not doing it twice."

The ex-wife he hadn't officially divorced from his teenage years, and a slew of ex-lovers, one of them with compromising images of her with Vincent engaging in numerous sexual acts. Even after finding out the devastating news from the white stick in my apartment bathroom on Tuesday evening, I made it through a full day of work on Wednesday. Vincent and I having a baby was perfectly fine. I mean, I couldn't ever tell my moody billionaire boyfriend and my parents would kill me, but everything was fine. I'd totally play it cool. My hands barely shook, and when my boss, Dawn, mentioned throwing a baby shower for one of my coworkers I didn't puke. I had everything under control.

He said, looking back at the lady. Her smile faded. "What?" He nodded. "Yeah. I have a very beautiful wife. I'll bring her as my plus one." The lady blinked in confusion, feeling disappointed. "But...but I have not seen you with a woman or heard you got married again." "I'm telling you I have a wife, what's your deal?" The lady swallowed feeling like her pride is been trampled on. She straightened herself, looking like someone unaffected by his statement. "Okay, uh...yeah, you can bring your wife to the gala. Will be expecting you there."

“Then what answer would satisfy you?” Before Alexandra could open her mouth and speak he added. “That I feel in love with my ex wife after seeing her a week after our divorce and wanted to find out more about her which led to me keeping the spy in her multi-billion dollar company? Is that what you wish to hear, Alexandra?"

Alexander ~•~ I was excited when I got a Maybach for my eighteenth birthday. I was excited when I met my favorite footballer and he signed on to my football. I was very much excited when my company was listed among the top three companies in America. But none of those moments compared to the sheer excitement I felt when my ex-wife, Olivia, agreed to return to New York. I spent more than a month in California, trying to convince her to move back with me.

The EFCC lawyer's mouth opened. "And there is more, Your Honour. Chidi Eze is not a billionaire. He is a broken man. He gave N50,000 to three women to abort their babies. He called one of them a maid. He threw away his own son. And today, he is here, not as a CEO, but as a father who wants to become a man again." I called my first witness. Sophia Adeyemi.

The man in the picture with her happened to be her partner. A few years ago, they had put their ideas and funds together to start up a marketing company, which rose so fast that it was surprising. She wasn't just my ex-wife who used to stay at home all day unless she had a conference to attend. She was now a boss. She co-owned a company with someone else. She was doing so well on her own and I was very proud of her. I was very happy they weren't in a romantic relationship but then again, who knew what could happen in the near future?

I'd frozen, and muttered a prayer to God that everyone would do the same too, just so I could find a solution for it. But it didn't work. She saw him, and for a moment there I could swear I saw recognition in her eyes. “If you weren't ignoring my calls, it would never have gotten to that.” He sneered. He allowed a couple of seconds to pass, before he added. “And might this be the right time to add that your ex wife is truly breathtaking? You must have been blind to chose your wife over her. The pictures I had and have seen never did justice and….”

He looked out the window at the passing scenery, feeling nothing but a rising sense of resentment within him. He had not expected to have returned to this city so soon, especially after what happened last time. But unfortunately, his presence here was prompted by something that was beyond his ability to influence. A few days ago, just as he had been making preparations on how he would take over the family company, the members of the Grant family had received a very shocking news. Their eldest son, and his older brother Noah had announced to the family that he had now acquired a wife.

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?