The Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

ETHAN CARTER'S EX-WIFE SPOTTED KISSING ANOTHER BILLIONAIRE. IS MIA BENNETT MOVING ON? RYAN ANDERSON WINS THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE? Mia stared at the headlines in disbelief. She had expected attention eventually. But not this. Her phone wouldn't stop ringing. Ryan arrived at her office almost immediately. “Are you okay?” “No.” He looked furious. “I'm sorry.” “It's not your fault.” “I should have been more careful.” Mia shook her head. “We didn't do anything wrong.”

She paused, then continued, "When I was in Marinova, I heard the wealthy ladies there talk about Mr. Miller's mysterious wife. He dotes on her and protects her so well that no one ever comes to know her identity. "Not just the general public, even many business partners have never seen her face. They say all her clothes and jewelry are personally delivered by top international brands, or she has private fittings at home with runway models brought in. There's no way she would appear in a place like this mall." As expected, the two police officers' expressions darkened with suspicion after hearing this. A top-tier, heavily protected billionaire's wife would never appear alone in a shopping mal

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

Girls who threw themselves at me because they wanted the fame, the money, the association with Kevin Laurent, F1 champion. None of them wanted me. I exhaled sharply, the sound lost beneath the rush of water. Matilda's face flashed through my mind unbidden, and I felt my chest tighten painfully. I had thought she was different. I had thought stupidly, naively — that maybe she actually saw me. That maybe she cared about more than the headlines and the lifestyle. That I'd found someone who wanted Kevin, not Kevin Laurent the racer. I'd been wrong. She'd chosen Nikolai. Of course she had. Nikolai Cross, heir to an empire — now the chairman of Cross Energy, why wouldn't she choose him?

he murmured against my lips. “You’re beautiful,” he added, his voice low and sincere. “I’ve been counting the minutes,” I replied. He had just returned from his trip. One of the quiet plans we've been building for years. Destroying Adrian wasn’t going to be easy, he had grown over these five years but we were being patient. Walter reached for the remote on my desk and pressed a button. The glass walls of my office darkened as the automatic doors slid shut. “You’re being naughty,” I purred.

"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?"

"So, tell me, why did you have your bodyguards bring me here? Hurry up and say your piece—I have to get back to taking care of your grandson. He’s ridiculously difficult to please. He doesn’t want anyone else, only me. Because of him, I’ve missed out on an ad shoot and had to turn down several big endorsement deals. He’s cost me a fortune! Why don’t you compensate me for my losses?" "You’ve got some nerve speaking to Old Master Voss like that!" The butler’s face darkened in fury. The old man narrowed his sharp eyes, studying her closely before suddenly chuckling. "I didn’t expect you to be so straightforward." "Thank you for the compliment, Old Master." Zara beamed, her smile radiant. Old Ma

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air while I occupied the kitchen counter, wearing a cream blouse and fitted trousers, readying myself for another day at West Corporation. The television hummed gently in the background, the morning news delivering its standard mix of headlines and celebrity chatter—only this time, I was the focus. *“CEO Natalie West Seen on Date with Billionaire Ethan Sterling.”*

“I know that you keep insisting that this is best for you, but do you really mean that?” “Are you suggesting I go back to Igor? It seems that’s what you want from me.” “You don’t have to go back to him.” “But I have to go back, right? That’s what you’re implying?” “You’re a billionaire,” he points out. “You do realize what that means, don’t you? You’ve got properties all over the country and abroad, all worth a shit ton of money. Why are you allowing your life to pass in a place as desolate as this one?”