The Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

*GIANNA* I stared at the massive skyscraper as we pulled up in front of it. Maxim was a total jerk to me but one thing I admire about him was how productive and hardworking he was. His influence as a billionaire was huge and he was well respected in the country. So I have to hand it to him,he was a great man,even if he could never be a great man to me,romantically. We got down from the car and he reached out to hold my hand but I moved away from him.

I said even though I was completely starving and in that moment my stomach growled, Parrish smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. “I know a place, has the best steak – ” “Steak?” I threw him a questioning look. “What’s the matter?” he threw back at me. “You don’t think eating a steak right now is a bit too extravagant?” I shot at him. “I’m a billionaire now Jessica, I can do whatever I want.” I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time and even a couple more times after that even while we were seated at this fancy restaurant with a golden chandelier in the middle, and our table draped with expensive linen sheets and the waiters walked around with an ipad as the menu.

I asked with furrowed brows. But she shook her head. "Nothing... It's just that, her ex-husband is Sebastian Weston, the billionaire CEO of Weston's Corp in Clasold City. That's like one of the top three biggest corporations in the whole of the country. Did you know that?" She asked and I couldn't help but feel a bit humiliated. Even his existence alone was enough to intimidate me. Fucking fantastic. I was fazed she knew all about that. Knew all about who he was. That annoying prick.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again. Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’ I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it. At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.

how could I refuse? He doesn't listen. He's younger than her by twelve years, and a little fucked up too. They'd be a perfect match for each other. Also, the one hundred and fifty million dollar building he gifted me played a part in convincing me. I am absolutely looking forward to grilling my little fucker of a brother. And getting a taste of his wife while I'm at it, married or not be damned. Allera is an exception to my ironclad rule about women. Should I be worried? Maybe. Do I care? Hell no.

The man on the screen sat in a wheelchair, dressed in an expensive black suit, looking every bit like breaking news. That's the same outfit they're wearing right now, she thought. A reporter's voice carried from the screen. "Xander Sterling, heir to the Sterling empire and one of the youngest billionaires in the country, was spotted shopping with his new wife today." Vanessa's lips parted. "Billionaire?" Her photographer glanced at her. "Vanessa?" She barely heard him. Her eyes stayed fixed on the screen. She had always known Xander came from moneybut this? He wasn't simply rich. He was heir to one of the most powerful families in the country.