The Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

The headline sat beneath the image in bold, accusatory type: Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? My breath left me in a slow, silent rush. I scrolled down reading. The words blurred for a moment before sharpening into cruel clarity. Jace Carter, the elusive CEO of Carter Holdings and a dominant force across global markets, has long been known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Publicly single for years, Carter once sparked rumors of a romantic relationship with close associate Caitlin Moore—claims he firmly denied, insisting he was unattached to anyone at that point.

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.

Cheesy was still coughing softly. Daryl approached, "You have to pay a hundred million, Miss Cheesy." Cheesy looked up slowly, her eyes glazed over. "What? A hundred million?" "Yes! That's to compensate you for dirtying my expensive suit," Daryl said without hesitation. "You pay one hundred million right now." "A hundred million?" Cheesy gasped. "I don't have that kind of money, Mr. Daryl." Daryl grinned sarcastically. "That's funny. A former noble princess doesn't have a hundred million. How ridiculous! Aren't you working here as more than just a servant? You must have sold your body at some point. Right?!"

“You’re here, Elara. Please sit.” Elara stood by the table, her gaze cold. Lydia didn’t mind. She calmly took out a check and placed it on the table. “Elara, here is ten million dollars. I believe it’s enough for you to live worry-free for the rest of your life.” She lifted her eyes, her expression carrying quiet superiority. “I know Victor’s illness has been a burden, and now you can only take small acting roles. It must be hard.” “With this money, both you and Victor can live more easily.”

He wore a black tuxedo that fit his tall, muscular build like it was made for him—which it probably was. I stared, my thumb hovering over the screen. I’d seen pictures of him before, in financial magazines, but I’d never really looked. Now, I couldn't look away. I scrolled down, reading his profile. Rex Corporation. Billionaire. Real estate, tech, private equity. His business record was flawless. No scandals. No messy divorces. No history of dating a string of models. In fact, there was almost no personal information at all. He was like a ghost. A powerful, gorgeous, and mostly important almost perfect.

birthday assistant right came one suitcase leave one suitcase not going Queens going home Home no home orphan no family no money doorbell loud clear cutting off who— opened myself pouring rain tall man black suit large black umbrella head security Sinclair Global behind long black Maybach engine running plate SINCLAIR 1 bowed deep respectful royalty Miss Sinclair grandfather waiting said would call tonight board assembled tower ready apartment fifty-eighth floor prepared exactly left three years ago Miss Sinclair fake smile froze cracked step forward cold mask breaking first time what tower what board what— didn't answer answered three years never listened picked cheap suitcase walked into

"No? Mel, they took your name! They took your reputation! They made you run into the dark like a criminal!" "And if we launch a counter-strike, what happens, Nathan?" I asked, my voice rising slightly, cutting through the heavy tension in the room. "We validate everything Adelina told him. We turn this into a war between two billionaire estates. Noel will see the billions flowing out of Italy, and he will sit in his study, sip his whiskey, and tell himself he was right all along—that I was just a Veyra plant built to ruin him." "Who cares what he thinks?!" Nathan roared.

I say in an annoyed tone, tearing up the piece of paper. “I don't understand why you're overreacting. We can both pretend nothing ever happened if you just sign this . Besides do I seem to care who you are. Like I said before I don't want to know who you are or what you are it's not like your Donald trump”.she whispers. “Well let me tell you, am one of the most famous rich billionaire tycoon who has the largest control and holdings over the shipping, real estate management and hotel companies all around the world and so yes I am that “Max”."I say rapidly

She says screaming at me. Looking at her like she's grown two heads she scoffs in disbelief. "You seriously do not know who that is ?" Shaking my head no she huffs. "See this is why you need to get out more, you live under a rock. Your baby daddy over there is thee Elijah Russo, ruthless billionaire running more than 10 multi million enterprises, was voted the hottest guy five years in the row while businessman of the year ever since he took over his father's company and expanded and brought in ten times more profit than all the Russo's before him.