Submitting To My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Olivia POV Renata pushes her tablet across the atelier counter before I've even got my coat off, her face tight in a way that tells me whatever's on the screen isn't good. "You need to see this before you take a single call today," she says. I read the headline twice before it fully lands. Sterling’s Ex-Wife Demands Payment for Paternity Proof — Winslow Revealed as the Billionaire’s Mysterious Ex-Wife, Sources Say Below it, a photo of me from some gala two years ago, cropped, so I look colder than I remember feeling that night, and under that, paragraph after paragraph of "sources close to the family" describing a version of me I don't recognize — calculating, mercenary, negotiating my own c

"Your father stole money from Sterling Group." I read the sentence three times. The article had been published less than twenty minutes ago, but it was already spreading across the internet. A photograph of Alexander Sterling appeared beneath the headline. Beside it was a scanned financial document showing a transfer of twelve million dollars to an offshore account. The article claimed my father had been secretly moving company funds before his accident. My fingers went cold. "No." Sienna snatched the phone from my hand. "Who published this?"

I let out a chuckle when he said that, Trent is a well-known playboy, he loves flirting with beautiful women and testing me was his joy so I just ignored him and walked away. I guess he didn't mind that as he just shrugged his shoulders and walked directly to the new waitress bringing a new round of flirting. I turned to glance at him for a while and shook my head. If only I had the opportunity he has, I would have grabbed it so tightly. I loved my career so dearly. Even while I was married to Tyson, a pretty famous billionaire, I never gave up working. After we got divorced it just seemed like an opportunity to devote more of my time to my job.

"Since his wife is no longer your problem and he's all yours, don't you think you should drop the act? He's really worried about you," "Yeah I will, but not right now, it might come off a little suspicious if I woke up right after he got divorced," her voice came next leaving me further dumbfounded. I carefully strained my ears to follow up fully in their conversation. "Your payment will be sent by the end of today, I highly appreciate your cooperation," she said and he chuckled. "Anything for a few more bucks," I was raging with anger at this point that I couldn't wait to hear more of their discussion before pushing the door open and stormed in.

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

However, the idea of leaving this state and starting a new life far away from here, with no one to remind me of the one man I desperately wanted to forget stuck with me. Just as I clicked the small x to leave the page, I saw a red button, indicating a notification. I clicked on it and sure enough, there was a post uploaded just then. A post about me. It read: “USA’s most eligible bachelor is back: The CEO Davis Monroe is apparently back in the market as his ex-wife, Cassandra Richardson just revealed the couple's divorce. Various speculations have been flying over the reason for the divorce. A source close to the family has revealed that the couple were never on good terms and Davis oftentim

With a sympathetic balance, she responded, "That’s our boss’s ex–husband. A billionaire, as you can see." At that point, it seemed like a time bomb went off inside of me, shattering my entire being.

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

Lane International Office – 6:15 PM Sally slammed the tabloid on my desk with enough force to send my coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug, dark liquid seeping into quarterly projections that suddenly seemed insignificant. The headline screamed in lurid yellow against a black background: "RECONCILED? Disgraced Billionaire Coleman Shares Tender Moment With Ex-Wife & Secret Love Child"

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.