The Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

If death chooses to come for me after I have completed my one goal, she is free but as long as the bastard who caused the pain I feel every of this day every year is still breathing; I have decided to make myself death. Back to where I was… While others lived in those type of houses, this particular billionaire whose ex had ordered his kill with all of the money she has in her life… lives in a fuck.ing cabin. Except for the fact that the cabin is a pretty large one compared to the rest around, you will never imagine that this is where the conglomerate owner lives. No security official or even a bodyguard like the two who follows him around in all of his press conferences, meetings, and even

What is it with her excitement, if I didn't know about her relationship, I would have believed she has a crush on him. "Nadia, why are you so excited about him huh?" "Are you kidding? That is Greg Huston, everyone has a crush on him, including me, no offense to my boyfriend." She rasped. "And who is Greg Huston?" I was resisting the urge to smack her hard on the head so she could snap back to Life. "He is the cutest boy in my school, and the richest too. His Dad is in the NBA and his mom, an actress, so he's quite popular too."

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

"Mr. Calder, I'd like you to meet my wife, the lovely Sophia." The man turned his head, my polite practiced smile froze on my face and blood drained from my head. He was the same man I had snapped at. His dark eyes seemed to see right through me, his strong, severe jawline twitched and I felt shiver down my spine. Ethan Calder is not just a billionaire, he was the billionaire. A legend in the tech and finance world. A ruthless, private man from the one percent of the one percent, known for crushing his competition and for never ever suffering fools.

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

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They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

Leo whispered, scratching itchy hoodie, "we will be happy in penthouse later, with no mold, but with memory of mold. Like your parents happy in penthouse now with memory of instant noodles. Mold is our instant noodles." "Do you think our baby will hate billionaires too?" Rose asked, hand on still-flat stomach, false alarm last month but now trying for real? No, not yet, art school first. "Our baby will hate billionaires but have £240B and two buildings for strollers. And will wear Primark under Dior. And will say No as first word, like your brother." Rose laughed, kissed him, itchy pajamas rustling. Outside mold flat window, in Shoreditch rain, two black Bentleys parked far, with two billion