The Billionaires Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

She was walking home when she saw it. A newsstand on Princes Street. The Financial Times front page, set face-out in the display rack. Lewis's face. His jaw tight, eyes distant, that photograph they always used — the one from the Singapore announcement, when he'd looked like a man who owned the world. The headline above it: STERLING IN CRISIS: CEO'S WIFE VANISHES Sources close to Lewis Sterling confirm the billionaire's wife, Yessica Sterling, left their New York penthouse without warning three weeks ago. Sterling has declined all comment, but insiders suggest—

Now: If cousin says mother cannot be CEO, if I must prove in court that I can be both, what kind of billionaire mother will I be when I own everything I tried not to own? Chancellor looked at me, grey eyes like Damian's but older. "Miss Sinclair, do you wish to testify as Chairwoman or as mother?" I stood, camel coat, not ivory suit, pearl studs mother left before crash in ears, bracelet hidden, recipe card taped to glass wall of courtroom now, Lena taped it, because kitchen goes everywhere. "Both," I said, voice calm, clear, melodic, same as Plaza ballroom without microphone. "Three years ago, I married man who believed I was nobody, so I became nobody. Cooked every night, waited alone on a

Karen paid attention, sitting up and concentrating like her life depended on the news. "But what has gotten our handsome actor's wedding to top story is how his wife left the wedding even before the kiss." The scene transformed to the incident from the day before when she had run with Faith. "We identify that she isn't just anyone but one of America's top surgeons, daughter of Kylie Benson, who is CEO of a successful, multi - billionaire technology company, Karen Benson." "These people really have nothing do with themselves other than pry into other people's lives." Karen rolled her eyes, unaffected by the news and how it was a top story.

They would have if Alex himself didn't ban the media from poking into his life. One media company dared to do it and they were brought crashing to the floor, giving lessons to other media companies on how serious he was about keeping his personal life private. They all recognized who she was. It was obvious he went back to his wife even though no one knew the reason they separated. Rumors even went around that he has kids, but no one can dare place evidence to confirm the rumors. If he wants them to know he's got kids, then they will. A beautiful blonde lady, the one who gave him the invitation walked up to him with a smile. "You're here, Mr. Black. With your ex-wife." She said, looking at E

she had tears in her eyes. - Riley I told you....Bruce spoke and continued: I will do everything in my power to save the company, do not worry I will lend you the money. - You will? George looked surprised at him. - Yes I will, The Knight empire has enough of fonds that can give my wife, we will invest in her company. She looked at him and with a gentle smile she said; Thank you. - Great, now that is all settled I will leave you two love birds alone.

Not even her former boss at Ladder to Paradise knew the real reason behind her decision to leave the place, and Alexa, her closest friend at the place, also knew nothing about what she was doing in Haston City. The two people didn't know about it, and neither did her mother know that she was now the wife of a billionaire. Yes, her mother didn't know the truth all along, but if the media started publicizing the truth on television and the internet, the woman would eventually know that she was just a con artist who was hungry for money.

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 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

World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course. They made a whooping sum of 30 billion dollars and guess the model most voted for. Yes, Penelope’s yapping the few days to the wedding had paid off. Wife of billionaire business mogul, Cillian Van Hawthorne and mother of her now cold husband. It felt very weird, she now had a husband. One who hated her guts but a husband regardless. “Kallista,” She smiled at her, a smile which she found a bit unsettling. “I don't know what to say about my son marrying a woman different from Penelope at the altar of God.”