Winning Back My Billionaire Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

In a soft voice, she said, “We can’t go back to the past, but we can have a better future.” Magnus’s eyes lit up with joy. He pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with excitement. “Senna, my dear wife.” “Who’s your wife? We’re divorced, remember?” Senna wrinkled her nose in disdain, giving him a playful glare. Magnus laughed. No matter how long it took, he would win her back completely. ***

"No Adams, I don't believe any of what you're saying to me right now, and even if she's returned with a baby, how sure are you that the child is yours, do not forget that Alicia has been away for many years now, it's so obvious that she must have moved on with her life because I see no reason why she wouldn't do that, so that child you think belongs to you, or rather, you claim belongs to you isn't yours Adams." Adams shook his head sadly. "I don't care what you think or say mother, Alicia is back and I'm not giving up on her this time, I'm not going to listen to whatever nonsense you have to say like the first time because all I want is my ex wife back and I'm going to do everything it take

Her father nodded, a small smile on his face. “I promise, Monica,” he said. “I’ll tell you everything. Just please, be patient and try to understand.” Monica nodded, impatiently. Her father Victor started telling her about the woman he is living with. “Her name is Rachel, and she was once married to a millionaire. When I was in prison, I did a lot of research about her, and she has all her husband’s money, cars, houses, and they had no children. Yes, she inherited all of that right after her husband passed away,”

Her manicured nails dug into her phone as she stared at the headline: BLACKWOOD EX-WIFE WEDS EUROPEAN BILLIONAIRE Ava looked poised, protected, and stunning beside Lucien, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The image burned into Isabella’s vision, twisting into a mix of envy and rage. “She doesn’t deserve this,” she hissed through gritted teeth. Her fingers flew across her messaging app, summoning her private investigator with a single command. Find everything. Every detail. Every record about Ava’s pregnancy. If she couldn’t have Ethan… she would ensure Ava never got the life she wanted, never got the happiness she deserved.

He called again, but softly this time. “It's Harper.” She said and he gulped. He ran his eyes on her body again and let out a chuckle. “It's you. It's really you. How have you been?” He asked nervously. “If you want to have a conversation with me, you have to make an appointment. Have a nice day, Mr. Blackwell.” She said and walked away before he could say anything else. Xavier remained on a spot as he watched her walk away. His ex-wife has returned and she returned as a billionaire. Five years ago she was nothing, she really had nothing.

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.

I hardly ever turn down any of his date invitations, which makes people guess whether I'm just his mistress or committed girlfriend. As we step into the expensively decorated ballroom, all heads turn in our direction. We are indeed a very striking couple, an incredible black-haired beauty on the arm of an athletic redhead. The jealous looks of aristocratic and famous women haunt me, but I flout all of it. They all know I am Loraine Windrug, the youngest self-made billionaire on this continent, more beautiful than miss universe, and crazy and free. I wrap any man I want around my finger, every married woman in this room is now terrified that I'll say just one word to her husband. But I live b