Novel & Cerita The Ceo's Fabulous Ex-wife

I'm honored,” Clearing her throat, she asked, “By the way, what is CEO Gordon’s take on all this? How's he taking it? Because you know, the recent scandal almost tarnished his image. The rumors were endless. Some claimed that the lady who goes by the name Melissa is his fling, others were also saying they might have had something to do with each other in the past, due to the fact that they've been seen in public twice. And it was all in a not-so-friendly position. Do you mind sharing with us his thoughts on these?”. “Oh sure, that is no trouble. So the thing is, my fiance and I are very close. We see each other often, and spend much time together privately; so we talk about so many things.

I asked and blushed when she gave me a weird look. "You're hilarious. You spent a while night riding on Xavier's pole of pleasure and you can't say Fuck?" "Shut it. And what the hell is a pole of pleasure? It sounds ridiculous." I snapped and Susie flicked my head. Oh dear, I hoped none of the paparazzi took a picture of that. I could imagine the headlines. "Ex-wife of CEO, Xavier Lowell gets flicked in the head by best friend." I sighed mentally, life as a famous person was hard.

"So, Mr Leo Mercidi, it's written here that you're willing to invest in my company?" "Yes." He replied almost immediately watching as she scanned through the papers throughout and using her index finger to check out other things. Leo let out a smile. He was really finding her so amusing, and her beauty, it was exquisite. No wonder Mr Williams was driven so crazy. Leo chuckled silently. Bryan must be one unlucky man because here he was trying to use his ex wife to get his brother out of his way for good. When Taylor raised her head to stare at him, he smiled.

That sickly sweet smile, those bland eyes, the negotiation skills that had me rooted in place. Dahlia. She would’ve been easy to defeat if I hadn’t wanted to watch her in action, if I hadn’t been so damn curious about how far she’s come, how she operates. I was turned on, completely fucking captivated. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was realizing that the woman I’d been watching was my ex-wife. The woman who vanished five years ago without a trace. I’ve scoured the country looking for her, and all this time, she was right here, slipping in and out of business meetings, flaunting that now-luscious ass in tight pants. I stand again, pacing, trying to make sense of it all.

"My business card. Sleep in the back room. Tomorrow morning at eight, I'll pick you up for church." After the departure of the man he said would become her husband, Livy read the business card in front of her. A full name and job title, as well as the man's place of work, were written on it. William Artha Hamington, CEO of Hamington Corporation. Livy was stunned. God, will she be the secret wife of a CEO?

"I'm sorry." He looked broken. Exhausted. Like he hadn't slept in days. And maybe he hadn't. The woman he'd mourned for five years had come back from the dead. But she was still impossibly far away. "And Adrian?" She paused at the door. "As Chief Strategist, I'm advising you not to hold any press conferences that could damage the firm." She looked back at him. "If I remember correctly, you loved this company so much you decided announcing our marriage would ruin its image.”

I frowned harder. "Heard what?" Her smile widened. "Your ex-wife is now a CEO."

"Thanks for the money, ex-wife. Hope you two have a happy life and a house full of kids." Victoria froze. Watching me hum happily like I'd won the lottery, she gritted her teeth. "Tyrell, drop the act. Even if you beg me to remarry you one day, I won't give you the time of day." Oh, please. Even if I had to die, I wasn't giving that money back. I waved her off and left. I was rich now. Time to head back to the club and enjoy myself surrounded by beautiful slippers. But before I even reached the club, something slammed into the back of my head, and darkness swallowed me.

"Excuse me—" "The Ace Industries contract." I hold up one finger. "Eighteen months of negotiations. Three sets of lawyers. Two collapsed deals. A partnership that would have secured this pack's finances for the next generation." I let that land. "My ex-wife just walked into that building as its new CEO. The woman I divorced." I look at her steadily. "Because of you."

Craige could be heard telling someone how his early life was; the known successful CEO's family was far from being glamorous as what he has right now. Mr. Cellio Craige, CEO Craige's father who was now the second wife of the retired fashion designer, Mrs. Ymen, was never a good husband nor a good father. Mrs. Craige, the mother of the prominent CEO was always beaten into a pulp for no apparent reason or when Mr. Cellio Craige is drunk and is a victim of sexual abuse by his husband. The rage and agony in CEO Craige's voice could be heard as he told how Mr. Craige would force his wife to have a sex and beat her when she refused. He, on the other hand, was always beaten too because of simple mi