Winning Back My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

And then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You don't have to do this, Lilian," he said, shaking his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore."

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

I'd frozen, and muttered a prayer to God that everyone would do the same too, just so I could find a solution for it. But it didn't work. She saw him, and for a moment there I could swear I saw recognition in her eyes. “If you weren't ignoring my calls, it would never have gotten to that.” He sneered. He allowed a couple of seconds to pass, before he added. “And might this be the right time to add that your ex wife is truly breathtaking? You must have been blind to chose your wife over her. The pictures I had and have seen never did justice and….”

The demands of his late father had been for the family company to remain in the family line. When Noah had gotten married, he had gained ownership of the company. However, after a decade of being divorced, his half brother had grown the guts to contest his ownership of the company, claiming that he didn't have any bloodline to pass it onto. The bastard was right, and the family lawyers had supported him. He had been on route to get a new wife until he saw Olivia on TV. She was successful now, and he hadn't signed the divorce papers. He wanted her back, and he was going to get her back.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

Complete, ringing silence. Then a laugh bursts out of me, harsh and loud in the empty room. It's not a happy sound. It's triumphant, greedy, vicious. A billionaire. My mousy little wife, the one who could barely look me in the eye, is a fucking billionaire. And she hid it from me. All those years. The jealousy evaporates, replaced by a blazing, glorious greed. This changes everything. She's not just my wife. She's my fortune. The man on the phone is still talking. "...means if we target the company, we're targeting her assets directly. It's a much bigger lever against Sotheby. He married her for her money, obviously. Ruin that, and you ruin him."

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

I just wanted a princess treatment from my husband, but I guess he was busy with other things, like dating my best friend and stabbing me in the back. “Can I see that, please,” I tell the lady standing behind the Jewelry counter. “Okay.” She brings out the necklace from the open box and hands it over to me. I inspect it, and I imagine Lorenzo’s giving it to me as my birthday gift. I imagine my surprise reaction and how he helps me put it on. There were so many things I had hoped for on my anniversary day. So many wonderful things. But things went really wrong. I’m still shocked that he was dating my best friend and that he also asked for a divorce. Being Lorenzo's wife was all I have known s

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.