Romans & histoires Winning Back My Billionaire Ex Wife

She said, "Oh, darling, you're so worked up! But trust me, you know the right thing to do if you want her back." I gritted my teeth, feeling my blood boil. "The right thing to do is to send her back to me, you heartless witch!" I shot back, my words laced with venom. I wasn't going to let her play games with me anymore. She sneered and said, "But darling, for the first time, you're wrong. You see, you are rich. Stupidly rich. So here's the deal: send a billion dollars to me, and only then you'll have your precious wife back."

"I wanted her to know her place. Instead, she ran to Damien Cross, of all people. Do you have any idea what kind of ammunition that gives him?" "So what?" I leaned forward, letting my dress dip lower. "She's desperate and pregnant. He's using her to get to you. Everyone can see that. You're Adrian Sterling. You have the power here." Adrian's eyes finally left the screen, but they didn't hold the heat I wanted. They were cold, calculating. "Power means nothing if I can't control my own wife." "Ex-wife," I corrected, a sharp edge creeping into my voice despite myself. "She signed the papers. She's nothing now. Just another gold digger who thought she could trap a rich man with a baby."

FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

"Nothing in return? Uncle, she planned it all! She got billions! That was the return!" "She got those billions because that is what your father wanted! Because out of everyone in this world, she was the only one who was faithful!" Roberto approached and pointed at Henry’s chest. "Listen to me, Henry. If you continue this beastly behavior toward that woman, you won't just lose shares. You'll lose a Godfather, too. Fix yourself before you are completely consumed by the darkness in your heart."

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

“I'm merely supervising the project for you. And I know this is barely enough to soothe the pain I put you through back then and the struggles you went through as a single mother. But please just accept it.” “All these for me?” I asked, looking around in disbelief. Sure, I had pinched myself and now knew that I wasn't hallucinating but it just sounded surreal. “Yes, my love.” “Thank you,” I said. “I love you so much.” “I love you too, baby.” So, I, Allison Wallace, daughter of Alicia Wallace, had really gone from grass to grace in one day. I had really become the owner of this huge winery, a dream of many people.

“Just like she manipulated her way into this marriage. Ask yourselves why a billionaire would marry a failed designer with a ruined reputation, unless she gave him something worth the trouble.” The insinuation landed like a slap. My face heated, and the old instinct to shrink, to disappear, rose up in my chest the way it always did around Adrian. I didn’t move. “Careful,” Damian said, stepping forward, his voice gone dangerously soft in a way that silenced the remaining murmurs instantly. “You’re talking about my wife.” “Your wife.” Adrian’s laugh cracked at the edges. “Convenient timing. A debt-ridden family, a woman freshly divorced, suddenly a wedding within the month. Almost like it was

This was no fairy tale wedding; this was a calculated move, a gamble I had chosen to take in my quest for payback. I reminded myself of the cold truth that I couldn't let nerves unravel me now. This marriage was a means to an end, a step towards reclaiming my pride and avenging the betrayal that had shattered my world. Gavin may have been a stranger, but his status as a billionaire granted me a power I had longed for—a power that would allow me to strike back at those who had wronged me. "Monique Jones," I whispered to my reflection, the name foreign on my tongue. "Wife to billionaire heir, Gavin Jones."

“You left me no choice.” His lips parted, as if to argue, but footsteps approached and interrupted us. “Everett, darling!” A woman in a glittering silver gown slipped between us, draping her hand on Everett’s arm as though it belonged there. She was stunning, in that polished, practiced way that only wealth could buy. She looked me up and down with an expression that screamed disdain wrapped in a smile. “And who is this?” I smiled sweetly. “Anyta Rushmore. His wife. Well… ex-wife.”