The Billionaire's Ex Wife Novel 소설 & 이야기

“So… congrats on your new accomplishment, this means I’ve gotten a new hangout spot whenever I’m stressed.” “Speaking of being stressed, what do you do?” “Well, I’m a manager at the famous M’Hotels, and I’m doing pretty great. “ “Really?” “Yeah really.” “How about you join me as my wife, let’s rule this large empire together.” I was dumbfounded for a little while. Did I just hear him correctly? “What?” “Yes Adina, make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife, you should know how long I’ve bottled this inside, and now I’m coming in the open to say this…”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

He doesn't speak, instead he runs his eyes all over my office from my pink table to my pink couch and shelves before slowly flickering back to me. " I didn't know the CEO loves pink this much.” he says, his lips twitching in the mock of a smile. "Oh– that's not me. His office is opposite mine, I am–was his manager.” I correct myself because his manager is his wife and I am not his wife anymore. "Okay, wrong office then. By the way, I am Richard Vanguard, the new investor.” he says, his voice deep as he lets out a small smile. “I am Miss Zoira Dia–Richard, Miss Zoira Richard." I say clearing my throat as I run my fingers over my skirt.

Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man. Nate. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.”

The man in the picture with her happened to be her partner. A few years ago, they had put their ideas and funds together to start up a marketing company, which rose so fast that it was surprising. She wasn't just my ex-wife who used to stay at home all day unless she had a conference to attend. She was now a boss. She co-owned a company with someone else. She was doing so well on her own and I was very proud of her. I was very happy they weren't in a romantic relationship but then again, who knew what could happen in the near future?

"I left him while you were still growing inside me. I chose you over everything he had. And I would choose you again a thousand times." I reached across and put my small hand over hers. She turned her palm up and held it. "Promise me something," she whispered. "Anything, Mama." "Never marry a billionaire." .... *Twenty three years later.* .... The restaurant was beautiful in the way that expensive things always are, all dim gold lighting and white linen and the kind of silence that money buys so that rich people never have to hear the world outside. I sat across from Gabriel Weston and watched his mouth move. He was saying the right things. They always say the right things. Flowers on the ta

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

He'd told her with his usual care free grin. "Just because I'm marrying you, doesn't mean I can't get things for myself. I've lived on my own so far and can do so in the future regardless of the fact who my husband is." She'd shot right back, titling her chin up at him. He'd stared at her, looking exasperated before looking up at the roof of the car they were sitting inside. Turning his head towards her, he'd explained patiently, "Not that I'm bragging or anything, but you're going to be marrying a billionaire. Once we're out in the public as a couple, the media will scrutinize your every move starting from the way you act around others right down to the kind of shoes you wear and I don't wa

Her gaze held nothing but mischievousness as she caressed him seductively while tracing her other hand up until she cupped his face "We have plan B, don't we… Vivie is crazy as we speak… losing her poor parents and baby, was a lot for her… Victor will be weak and frustrated," Valentina was sure Victor was only putting up a front. Vivienne was his weakness. He danced to her tune and did whatever she said. Victor was a man but listened to his wife. But now his wife had gone crazy hence he was all alone

He Instructed with stern in his eyes. His coldness made Abigial kill the urge of trying to question why he had sent breakfast for her after letting her cry all night. She cursed herself for being such a heavy sleeper . " You will stay at home until I find something for you." " I will be a housewife?" She returned back to the bed. " A billionaire's house wife." He corrected, " A lot of Ladies want this and you got it." Abigail eyed him through her glasses, not disappointed by his words. He had always had fun ridiculing her and it wasn't something new now.