The Ceo's Fabulous Ex-wife Novels & Stories

We are actually meant to be,” I bragged while giggling. Wow… that's so cute. Most of us didn't know you’ve been childhood sweethearts. Oh… this explains why you're so relaxed when it comes to him. That explains why you two look so good together,” she complimented, genuinely marveled at the discovery. Thank you, for the sweet compliment. 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.

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 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.

" President Nikolai clenched his fist, and this time Elena was convinced he was genuinely angry. She felt his thumb caress the side of her neck, threatening to wrap around the base of it; she could swear it now; this wasn't President Nikolai. Was this some kinky foreplay in a boardroom? "This will be sorted out," Mr. Moreau announced more to Elena than to the board room, "But it won't be with me, for right now, you all are looking at the new CEO of La Belle." Oh. Yeah, sure, Elena rolled her eyes; her ex-husband now owned the company, good grief, she was already fired. She'll get up and... "Congratulations Mrs. Rossi" Huh? Every eye was turned on Elena as Mr. Bernard stood up, dropping piles

I ought to have called her but I didn’t because all I was thinking of revolved around Sarah. “Hi, Debby.” I said sheepishly the moment I picked the call with the aim to make her smile if she was angry with me. “Caleb, I just heard about Sarah, your ex-wife. Could you believe she is the CEO of ST Atelier?” She said and she sounded so happy for reasons I couldn’t explain. “Yes, she owns ST Atelier.” I managed to mumble. “And she has established an NGO that brings divorced women and young ladies together. Her divorce was a stepping stone for her great achievement. I can’t wait to see her again.”

"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."