Submitting To My Billionaire Ex Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Princess, A year and some months ago; you came out as my wife and we never told the public we divorced, which means socially–you're still my wife. " "That was the eighteen years old Dawn Meek, Smith, but I have changed. I've changed a lot, and that's why the media doesn't recognize me as your wife anymore. I have put that life behind me to chase a new one and I love who I've become. I love what I'm doing and what I will do. I have dreams to achieve, dreams that I will love to achieve, by leading a quiet life. If I want to be out to the media, let it be on my own terms. Not because I'm an alleged wife of a billionaire. "

What went wrong? “For all of you?” I ask. We are more than eight in number. Did he get a gold class ticket for everyone? “Yes! For all of us,” Lisa corrects me. Well of course he did. He is of course CEO Lorenzo. The billionaire of New York City. “Uhmmm…honey, I can’t go.” Whatever his plan is, I won’t be part of it. He can’t just make my family so happy just to tear them in pieces. I don’t want them thinking we are perfect. I don’t want them to think we are okay. I want them to see the changes, so when telling them about the divorce it won’t be so shocking.

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as a wrenching feeling of foreboding overshadowed me. “Go on,” My voice came out in a near whisper. “Who is she?” “Catherine Williams is the daughter who your father had with Ophelia Williams.” He divulged, and my eyes widened comically as goosebumps flooded my entire body. How long was that bitch going to frustrate me with her existence? “The same Catherine Williams that we know? Alessandro's ex-wife?” I spurted out. “Yes, ma'am.” “You know what,” I shakily ran my hand through my hair. “I will get back to you. “

After I freshen up, I would sort for something to eat. [BREAKING NEWS: The Hideous Crippled Billionaire's Wife is rumored to be barren and unable to provide an heir. Mr. James Wellson is in search of a good wife material in both kitchen and bed…] “What?” I held the handrail and stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropped in shock as I gradually turned to the television. Barren?! Have we had sex before? Why did he publish such news? Wait, what's going on? Another marriage? I rambled with words as I rushed up to where I had kept my bag and brought out my phone.

“Send Ms Granger and Simon congratulatory gifts. Send them gifts worth hundreds of millions of dollars each. No. Make it a billion dollars each. Go nuts with those gifts. Just make sure the media talks about it. Make it big news and get it trending all over social media.” Betty looked just as confused as she felt worried for her boss. A huge part of her could understand the frustration the woman was going through. She had been cheated by her ex-husband in a manner that she never saw it coming. And now this—another man who she had slowly and surely started to consider a possibility was acting out on a whole new level. But the other part of Betty wanted to remind the billionaire in front of he

"My personal life has nothing to do with business. I hope you can refrain from such statements." "Why did you reject the company? According to an insider, they are qualified." The first reporter paused and continued again, "Another mentioned that you've been having a secret affair with Lucas Knight. This speculation shouldn't be disgraceful but cleared off by you as the assumption about your child belonging to your ex-husband has also started circulating since no one knew of you as the wife of the deceased Mr. James West until recently. How true are those rumors?"

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”

“If you don’t have money for a caregiver, I can pay to hire a high-level caregiver who will take care of you 24/7.” “I’m picky; I’m not used to being cared for by strangers.” “Am I not a stranger?” With a shameless smile, Luca shook his head and said, “Of course not; how could a wife be a stranger?” Afraid that Isla would hear, Vanessa quickly covered her ears and said, “We got divorced five years ago.” He shamelessly replied, “I regret it, so it doesn’t count.” “Y-You… Luca Kensington, you’re so shameless!”

“To the mysterious and ever-resilient Sophia! I knew you had it in you.” We clinked glasses, and I downed more of my drink. The tension of the night was finally ebbing away, replaced with a kind of lightness I hadn’t felt in years. The alcohol helped, but it was more than that. I was free. Free from the contract, free from the charade of being Mrs. Dalton. I hadn’t realized how much of myself I had buried during that time. “I don’t know what’s crazier,” I continued, setting my glass down on the table. “The fact that I just handed over $10 million in cash or that he had the nerve to offer to pay me $20 million in alimony. Can you believe that?”