The Billionaire's Ex Wife Novel Novels & Stories

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.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

He seemed to be really rigid. "So, you and Adrian are just friends huh?" Mrs Gonzalez turned around to face me. "No Mother, they are more than just friends, and the cunning lady newly divorced her husband, and fled New York City with Adrian while carrying a child for her ex-husband," a sudden strikingly familiar voice filtered into the dining room. The clicking sound of her heels further deafening my ears.

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

“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?"

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

"Excuse me?" "You and your F1 racer boyfriend," she continued, louder now, making sure nearby guests could hear. "Everyone's talking, you know. The abandoned wife turned plaything. Must be nice, being kept by a billionaire racer." She gave me her evil annoying smile. "I guess we can't all earn things honestly, can we?" The words were meant to cut deep, to reduce everything I had built to a mere transaction, painting me as the kind of woman I had never been: one who traded her body for comfort and security, if only she knew about my identity as the sister of the Laurents.

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.