The Ex-wife's Billion Dollar Comeback Novels & Stories

Bryan looked in her direction again and she covered her face with the menu, when she was sure he wasn't looking, she pulled out her photo and took pictures of them but a lot of the woman clearly. Immediately, she sent it to Miles and waited for a response. Miles replied a minute later with her details and Alessa scoffed as she went through them. “Really? A millionaire? Not even a billionaire? Your ex-wife is a billionaire.” she said as she went through more details. “A single mother of two? Come on, Bryan, you have twins already.” she scoffed. “She isn't that pretty. She is blonde, when did he start liking blondes?” she scoffed with her brows furrowed.

His ex-wife was the daughter of one of the richest men in LA, and now, that same ex-wife already took over the company and is now richer than him. "Wait! Let me get this straight... How did this happen?" He asked himself as he tried to gather the puzzle together and solve them, but nothing seemed to be making sense to him as his thoughts kept falling apart. "This is unbelievable," Again, he muttered as he stared at the news again. He was devastated, knowing that his chance of getting her back now was going to be very slim or not even possible. He has been trying to get through to her these past few days but she stopped coming to the office and hasn't been able to see her.

Luke eyes widened in shock. “ Doesn’t that makes a millionaire technically, Just like that ? Overnight…How is that even possible “ “ Millionaire? Katie’s empire is worth more than millions , Billions of dollars are now in Carina’s name “ Madam Claire said her eyes widened his shock . “ My Ex wife is a billionaire, How is that even possible “ “ What do you think we should take care of first?” “ At this point we should be scared of what she might do to us “

featured a photo of her leaving a small café, coffee and donut box in hand. "Dear Willow," it proclaimed, dripping with a mix of malice and amusement, "The tall, dark, and handsome CEO of Mikaelson Robotics and Pharmaceuticals, Castiel Mikaelson’s ex-wife is back in town after years away. Should we congratulate the newest bride (who’s her identical twin sister, by the way) or crash the wedding? Sweet Willow, I won’t lie. If it’s the second option, I’m all in for the drama. I love this town, but I love drama even more!"

Everyone suddenly had an opinion about my return to New York. **“Serena Moore: Fashion’s Greatest Comeback Story”** - Vogue **“From Discarded Wife to Fashion Icon: The Serena Moore Journey”** - New York Times **“How Adrian Moore’s Ex-Wife Built a Half-Billion Dollar Empire”** - Forbes **“The Woman Adrian Moore Threw Away Is Now Worth More Than His Entire Net Worth”** - Page Six

“Cici… please tell me you’re joking.” “I wish I was.” I explained everything, how I’d discovered the truth about my biological family, how I’d built Maison Cynclair in Paris, how I’d rebuilt myself from the ground up. Matilda listened quietly, her mouth falling open with every revelation. When I finished, she blinked like she was trying to process everything. “So you’re… Laurent,” she said finally. “Yes.” She exhaled dramatically. “Oh my God. You went from housewife to billionaires’ sister overnight. That’s so unfair. I can barely pay rent.”

When she got back to the office, she immediately called Aline to have lunch with her, eat until she was full to forget the anger in her heart. While eating, it seemed that Aline noticed the unusual attitude of Jennifer, her best friend - Aline asked with a sigh. "What's wrong my friend? Did something happen that made my friend not interested in eating?" "The model that vice president Mack invited is Madison Anderson. And you know, Madison is my husband's ex-girlfriend." "Oh my god! The wife meets her husband's ex-lover again, working together again. It's stressful... it's stressful!" "It wouldn't matter if she didn't constantly want to drive me crazy."

Leaning in towards where Lucien sat on the other side, She placed both her hands on the table between them and with a wicked smile on her lips, she proudly revealed. "Damn right, no one asked me to. But you know what? I'll indulge you a little. I want it to be that when you're busy sitting on your high horse, feeling all achieved and shit, you'll suddenly remember that the person who saved your company from destruction was the very same wife you divorced, kicked out and later came crawling back to."

"I thought I was marrying a successful businessman. I thought we were going to have a beautiful life together. But instead, I'm living in poverty while your ex-wife gets richer every day." I picked up my phone and showed Bernard Vanya's latest I*******m story. It was a video of her driving through Sacramento in an expensive black car, singing along to music and looking perfectly happy. "Look at her," I said bitterly. "She's driving a BMW that probably costs more than we make in a year. She's wearing designer clothes, living in a mansion, running a successful business. Meanwhile, we're sharing a one-bedroom apartment that smells like fried chicken from the restaurant downstairs."

“God, it’s like a romance novel. Anyway, my ex-husband gets rich in the meantime, right? Between you and me, I’m not really sure how he made that much money so fast. I bet that he got involved with the wrong sort of crowd.” I raised a brow at her. “Like, what? The mob?” “Exactly,” she shuddered. “Thank God I got out. One moment, he’s trying to find investors for his company, and the next, he’s making millions. He’s not nearly as rich as you, but enough to make her come crawling back after her husband dumps her for a younger model. So, she comes back and starts sniffing around my husband. And guess who still has feelings for that hussy?”