The Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

Carson demanded in an inpatient tone and Brenda immediately brought out her phone. She visited her I*******m app and searched for Nora's username on it. It brought out her pictures and she immediately showed it to Carson. Immediately Carson set his eyes on the picture, he screamed out in shock. "Oh my goodness! This is her! This is the bitch who betrayed me," Carson screamed out and slowly brought down his voice realizing that he might draw attention. Brenda stared at him like one who has gone nuts. "Do you know what you're saying? This lady is the Ex-wife of a popular billionaire who goes by the name Rufus Williams. She is currently engaged to his brother, this lady is my boss. How can she

“That’s why you need to come back. You have the evidence now. With your influence, you can rally the people and expose him for what he really is.” Dimitri shook his head, his voice firm. “No. She’s not going back.” Celine looked at him, startled. “Dimitri—” He cut her off. “Do you remember what happened the last time we got involved? Your father manipulated you, Celine. He used you as bait, and we barely escaped with our lives. If we go back, we’re walking straight into his trap.” Edric stepped forward, his voice rising. “The people don’t have time for fear, Dimitri. They’re starving. They’re dying in the streets while you two sit here on a beach pretending the world doesn’t exist!”

Why was she out in such short period of time? Well, I guess money and affluence do work a lot in the world that we live in now. "Elisha? What are you doing here? And what am I doing here as well?" My words came out in a low whisper. "And if it isn't the Almighty Emily who has who has stolen the heart of the two most richest bachelors in the city," she chuckled. "Have you missed me?" "Elisha, I don't know how I ended up here and I really don't want to know, just please take me out of here i won't tell anyone about this," I stared at her with pleading eyes.

I demanded, my voice firm with indignation. He grinned lecherously, a wicked look in his eyes. "I've always fantasized about you, Bella. Since I found out who you were, I've been waiting for this chance." “Uh what are you talking about?” I searched his face for answers as I furrowed my brows in confusion. “You are that billionaire’s ex wife aren’t you? Even after having a child,you still look so sexy and pretty.” He licked his lips which irritated me further. “You know me?”

“If we do this, there’s no going back.” “I don’t want to go back.” She searched his face. “Then stay,” she whispered. “Not as a billionaire. Not as a boss. Just… as mine.” He nodded, eyes shining. “I was always yours.” ---

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

“I intend to make sure everyone knows you're mine.” My lower regions feel hot. My heart beating a mile a minute. I try not to melt under the intensity of his gaze. Even though his words have lit a fire in me and sent my body teetering out of control. He has me pinned to the car, inches apart. “This is who I am.” “What? Obsessive? Arrogant? A tyrant?” He chuckles, a smooth sound that vibrates through me. “I'm a billionaire, darling. What did you expect?”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

"You eat at my table. You fix my plays. You signed a contract with my signature on the bottom line. You belong to this penthouse. You belong to Chase, you belong to Karius, and most of all, you belong to me." "I am a human being, Elijah," I whimpered, though my knees were shaking so hard under my black jeans I could barely stand. "I'm not a championship trophy." "You are far more precious than a trophy," Elijah growled, his gaze dropping down to my mouth. "And if you are going to surrender your sweetness in this penthouse... if you are going to let us touch you, kiss you, and ruin you for any other man... you need to learn the rules."

“I cannot be with you the way you want, so I’m asking you to take back your gifts. He paused and looked up at me. “Ginevra. . .” “What did you think? That I’d run into your arms because of a few gifts and a good fuck? Think again.” He growled, “That was not my intention!” “What was the intention then? Trying to buy my love with money?” I laughed. “In case you have forgotten, I am a billionaire myself and I could get all these things if I wanted to. Take them back, I want nothing from you.” I hissed. “The car was a replacement for the one my men blew up.”