Winning Back My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

"It's not about the proposal, it's about your personal life. Your ex-wife is your boss and you didn't tell me that, why? Harrison wanted to give him the real reasons, but it wasn't the point, he had to keep pretending things. "Well, it's a long story, but between her and me, there's nothing anymore, we have too many differences, and it's evident that in her heart there's no longer any love for me, so I'll just dedicate myself to getting my life back. "How?" I mean, are you going to give up on that woman? "At least to his love, yes, not to his company, I need money, and plus the commission of this spectacular business, I need a place to live.

“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?"

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash? The Sophia In front of me wasn’t the same woman I had entered this marriage with. The soft-spoken, obedient girl who was barely more than a stranger had transformed into someone entirely different—a woman who now seemed to thrive on this newfound power. It was hard to ignore, even harder to comprehend. She met my gaze, her voice steady. “It’s my own money, James.”

Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man. Nate. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.”

I took the remote and switched on the TV. "Yes, that’s why we suspect Mr. Winters wants his ex-wife back, who is now a businesswoman, secret sources say it’s because she is a billionaire now who can save his family’s company, a company that his current girlfriend, or rather fiancé, brought down with her oniomania disorder.” “What?!” I turned and saw Cassie, who had her mouth wide open. I switched off the TV. “I’m not addicted to shopping,” she said and came to me.

“Together. For once, we don’t run. We stand. And we protect what’s ours.” Her eyes met mine, and something shifted their resolve threading through the fear. She gave a small, fierce nod. But the fragile peace broke when Sonia’s phone buzzed on the bar. She picked it up, eyes searching the screen, and her face went pale. “What is it?” I asked. She turned the phone toward me. The title glared in big letters: “SONIA VALENTITHE FALLEN HEIRESS: HOW ONE WOMAN LOST HER EMPIRE TO A CRIMINAL’S HANDS.”

Would she ever forgive him? Did he even deserve to be forgiven? ****** At the Sinclair estate, Mrs. Sinclair stood in her grand living room, staring at the television in disbelief. The news broadcast played before her, showing her son, her proud, arrogant son, on his knees, begging Cassia for another chance. Begging to get back together. Did that even make sense? Her fingers dug into the armrest of the couch as she read the caption: "DARVAN SINCLAIR PUBLICLY HUMILIATED AS EX-LOVER WALKS AWAY WITH HIS UNCLE, WHO HAPPENS TO BE HER FIANCÉ."

The screen flickered to life, and the news channel’s breaking headlines splashed across the screen: “BILLIONAIRE VICTOR ON THE BRINK OF DEATH AS HE'S BEATEN BY WELL-KNOWN CEO, DAMIAN. EX-WIFE RACHAEL TRIES TO INTERVENE. WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING? STAY TUNED FOR MORE DETAILS ON THE BILLIONAIRE'S SHOCKING DOWNFALL”. “Fuck!” Victor muttered under his breath.

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?