The Billionaire Ex Novels & Stories

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 9: Failing? . MONDAY MORNING *ISABELLA* It’s Monday and I’m surprised that no one has made an attempt to make fun of me this morning. Have the lucky charm finally gotten to me? First I bagged a very handsome billionaire and now I’m being left alone at work. I resist the urge to bask in it. After turning on my computer and logging in, I’m actually surprised to find jobs in my inbox that relate to my job position.

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

“Her parents died several days ago, didn’t they? And the family’s fortune—completely gone. I heard she’s only here because she’s hoping for a favour from someone.” Hearing of this, Riley glance at Amanda again, this time more carefully. He hadn’t known her name before, but now he matched it to the stories he’d vaguely heard—a wealthy family fallen from grace, tragedy striking with ruthless precision. But Amanda didn’t look like someone seeking pity. She stood tall, her expression calm yet humble. There was no desperation in her demeanour, no sign that she was begging for anyone’s approval. That was when someone—a man in his forties, his suit tailored so perfectly it was almost obnoxious—made

Ethan said flatly. His voice was full of disgust. “Obsession often is,” Cole said. “Vanessa and Dylan were paid. Large amounts of money were funneled through that shell company. They didn’t share Sienna’s obsession, but they were happy to profit from it.” “Who funded the shell company?” I asked. “Theo never found the original source.” Cole’s expression changed slightly. “He did, actually. Yesterday.” Everyone straightened. “It traces back to a private account,” Cole said carefully. “Belonging to someone named Gerald Whitmore.”

"Moira, I am married to a very great man, rich, educated, and very kind. I have everything that you must have always dreamed of. Do you like beautiful designer dresses? I even have two personal designers. Do you like expensive and limited edition matching bags and shoes? My sister-in-law is an exclusive bag and shoe designer whose work has been ordered by the wives of presidents in the world. Do you like beautiful jewelry and high-value diamonds? My twin brother is one of the owners of the largest jewelry and diamond company in the world." Moira gritted her teeth and I smirked seeing that she was furious. "What else, Moira? Peter is Peter, regardless of what happened between me and him, now

I read the rest of the message out loud and Britney instantly grins. She throws her bar at me. “And you're taking me to this fancy fundraiser, right?” “Not after that betrayal.” “You have no say. I have dirt on you.” I squint. “You said you had your tongue taken to church by your Italian stallion lickier. Why do you need to crash this gala?” “Multi-task. I need to meet someone rich, single, and potentially related to your brooding billionaire.” Britney winks. “You have him, I’ll take his hot cousin.”

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

Vance? Max smirked arrogantly, pulling me in for a deep kiss. 'I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Winning is what I do.' The grand ballroom of the Geneva Financial Center was flooded with flashing camera lights, crystal chandeliers, and the elite high-society of Europe. Billionaires, diplomats, and international heiresses walked across the red carpet, sipping vintage champagne and wearing million-dollar diamonds. Tonight was the preliminary welcome gala before tomorrow's massive shareholders vote, and all eyes were on us.

"But panic is exactly what they want. You cannot let them see you like this. You are Xavier Adrian…one of the most wealthiest billionaires in New York…you built this empire from nothing." "An empire built on a foundation of sand," he whispers, his gaze hollow as he stares out at the sweeping city skyline. "If the banks call in those loans... if Northstar finds out the depth of my liabilities... Eliot Crane will swallow Sterling Group whole and I'll be left with nothing."

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.