The Billionaire's Ex Wife Novel Novels & Stories

I understand you may have some concerns, but I assure you, my intentions are true. Sabrina snorted. "True? You mean you truly wanted a free ticket to wealth. I stepped forward, my voice sharp. "That's enough, Sabrina. Adrian is my husband, and you will treat him with respect." Sabrina rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, Adrian spoke. "I may not come from wealth, but I work hard, and I care about Victoria's happiness. That's all that should matter." Clara chuckled, shaking her head. "How noble of you. But let's be honest, a man like you will never fit into our world."

I was sick and tired of everything—this wheelchair, this house— I was tired of it all. Taking in deep breaths, I wheeled towards the guest room where my new 'wife' was currently staying. I knew she was probably ecstatic to learn that she would be marrying the billionaire's crippled son. Just like the last two, her next plan would probably be to kill me and take over my property. A man who couldn't even get an erection was as good as useless to them whether or not it was Alexander Forger. They were all here for the money, and I knew this one was no different.

“Together. For once, we don’t run. We stand. And we protect what’s ours.” Her eyes met mine, and something shifted their resolve threading through the fear. She gave a small, fierce nod. But the fragile peace broke when Sonia’s phone buzzed on the bar. She picked it up, eyes searching the screen, and her face went pale. “What is it?” I asked. She turned the phone toward me. The title glared in big letters: “SONIA VALENTITHE FALLEN HEIRESS: HOW ONE WOMAN LOST HER EMPIRE TO A CRIMINAL’S HANDS.”

might be miserable, but Ashley? Ashley is about to secure the bag. This is enough to secure my future for a life time. Thank you for dying, Arianna. I’m making money without lifting a finger. 50 fucking million. Or should I thank the writer? Thank you author for creating this billionaire fantasy word. This place is strange after all. I’m definitely gaining not losing. And I’ll get more money after the divorce. “Are you listening “ he said. “I’m in my lovely husband.” I said sarcastically.

Sometimes I threw up in the middle of a shift and had to pretend it was nothing. “Are you okay?” my manager asked one afternoon as I wiped down a table, pale and trembling. “Just hungry,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m okay.” But I wasn’t. I was exhausted. Frightened. Stretched thin in every possible way. But I kept going. I had to. I decided I wasn’t going to get rid of this child—just like Jackson wanted. I had to fight for this baby. I couldn’t imagine it. Just months ago, I had been a billionaire’s wife. I had servants at my beck and call, a driver, designer clothes, luxury.

Val teased, "You barely got here, and now you’re leaving. Is this love or are you already missing your husband?" Emily smiled shyly. "Maybe both." Val stood and grabbed her bag. "Well, I’m coming with you. I need to see this Denovon Rowland for myself." — Outside, the sky was dimming. Denovon’s sleek car stopped smoothly in front of the building. A message pinged on Emily’s phone: I'm here. "That’s him," Emily said. Val hooked her arm with Emily’s. "Let’s go. I want to see this intense billionaire husband of yours."

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?

"Is everything settled now? Pay her, please." Seeing Anna standing at the doorway, the kitchen manager was astounded. Could this exceptionally young girl actually know Mr. Luxton? And to have someone of Mr. Luxton's stature help her carry buckets of roasted chicken? Not just him, but no one in the entire elite circles of Kentucky could have imagined Andrew Luxton doing such manual labor. The Luxton family is a true dynasty, their wealth and influence built over several generations, unlike the nouveau riche. Andrew Luxton, the sole heir of the Luxton family, was among the elite of the elites in Kentucky. And here was a girl selling roasted chicken, somehow acquainted with Andrew Luxton, even

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”