The Billionaire's Ex Got Someone Better Novels & Stories

Ryan's POV Breathless, that was how I felt when I saw Nina. Gosh, she was always one to take my breath away but here and now, in that dress, she was doing that all over again and it just didn't feel right. After trying so hard to get the bargain off my neck, I had finally done that and I had searched all over for her. Spent so much to get her to my side. Everything was futile until I saw the news that her mother was handing over her company to her. I knew her mother wasn't in support of our relationship but I never knew her mother was this wealthy.

"Well. You'll find Sterling Global has very high standards." More applause. She was captivating the room, holding every person's attention effortlessly. "Elena," someone at the next table whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "I knew that name sounded familiar. Isn't she married to him?" They trailed off, looking at me. Oh God. Everyone was going to know. Everyone was going to know I'd been married to a billionaire heiress and treated her like garbage. "I need air," I said, standing abruptly. My chair scraped loudly against the floor.

“You’re blinded by money. He doesn’t love you. The earlier you realize that, the better. I’m the one leaving after nine months, not you. And if I should take my baby, you’ll become nothing but a story of the past.” Her eyes flashed with pure hatred. “Your baby? That child is ours. You’re just the incubator. Nothing more!” The billionaire finally stepped between us, raising his hands. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Calm down, now!” I shoved his hand away forcefully. “Don’t fucking tell me it’s alright! What do you think you are? And why would you want to act like the good guy here?” She opened her mouth to reply, but the billionaire raised his hand again. “Enough!”

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.”

When I looked up, I saw Clark striding over. The moment he saw me in Thomas’ arms, he frowned. Thomas glared at him and Gary coldly before practically spitting out, “You abducted my wife and were going to send her to a mental asylum. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Gary scoffed. “An explanation? Who do you think you are? You’re not worth my time explaining myself to you.” However, Clark’s expression had changed because he recognized the man before him. Thomas Lane was among the top 10 of Forbes Billionaires and the one in charge of Lane Corporation.

Some articles described Mia as a woman trapped between two different men, while others shamelessly revealed Jim’s identity as the billionaire’s long-lost son without showing even the slightest concern for his privacy. My jaw immediately tightened because I could tolerate attacks directed toward me, but I refused to allow anyone to drag my son into a public spectacle. Jim had done nothing wrong, and he deserved the chance to grow up without becoming entertainment for gossip magazines and online tabloids. I pressed another number before waiting only a few seconds for someone to answer. “Good morning, Mr. Black,” my head attorney answered professionally. “There is nothing good about this mornin

“Then what answer would satisfy you?” Before Alexandra could open her mouth and speak he added. “That I feel in love with my ex wife after seeing her a week after our divorce and wanted to find out more about her which led to me keeping the spy in her multi-billion dollar company? Is that what you wish to hear, Alexandra?"

"Mr Adams Carter Ma'am, he stopped by and asked to pick up Diane, he said he was her father, a renowned billionaire wouldn't lie about that so that's why—" "Excuse me?" Alicia cut her off. "You gave my daughter to Adams!" She yelled. "Do you even hear yourself Miss Phobe?" She scoffed in disbelief. "That's literally the most stupidest and dumbest thing I've ever heard! How dare you give my daughter to some renowned billionaire!" She yelled, sarcastically laying emphasis on her last statement.

“You’ve been labeled a homewrecker. Unless you don’t care about people's opinions, then I suggest you stay in and order your food or ask Jamie to get it delivered to you,” “Oh God,” Cookie murmured, her heart dropping. “How come you haven’t seen it?” Susan asked, grabbing her phone from the desk. “Take a look at this,” she handed it to Cookie, the screen showing pictures of her and Jamie, with others of Selena and her crying child. And the headline read: “Well-known billionaire abandons his family for a gold-digger.”

But then, her professionalism returns. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” she says, her tone softening with a hint of pity. “Mr. Stone is engaged to someone else. He’s getting married soon.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I blink, my mind struggling to catch up with what I just heard. “What? What do you mean, engaged?” She speaks with a cold formality, as if repeating something she’s said many times before. “Callum Winter Stone is engaged to Miss Emelia Rhodes, the daughter of the Billionaire CEO, David Rhodes. They’re getting married soon.”