Winning Back My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

"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."

Damien’s POV The board applauded when I walked in, and I felt nothing. That was becoming a pattern I chose not to examine. "Record quarter," my CFO said, sliding the numbers across. "Best in the company's history. The market loves the new image, Damien. They love the story." The story. The self-made billionaire, the beautiful fiancee, the little girl, the family that had it all. We'd sold it and the world had bought it at a premium.

“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.”

‘Anyway, that’s why I have bad news for you, son. ‘What is it?’ He relayed, with dramatic emphasis, the conversation he had overheard. He repeated her declarations verbatim: ‘never date a billionaire,’ ‘not worth the trouble,’ ‘attracts their fair share of obsessed fans and stalkers.’ He concluded with her stated preference for a ‘peaceful life with a normal man… a nice, simple, un-powerful man.’ I fell silent. The irony was a sharp, cold blade. Here I was, meticulously engineering Cary’s permanent exile from her life, and I had already been disqualified on principle.

He seemed to be really rigid. "So, you and Adrian are just friends huh?" Mrs Gonzalez turned around to face me. "No Mother, they are more than just friends, and the cunning lady newly divorced her husband, and fled New York City with Adrian while carrying a child for her ex-husband," a sudden strikingly familiar voice filtered into the dining room. The clicking sound of her heels further deafening my ears.

She asked after answering the call. My sister was doing pretty well and running her own club in New York City. She was the one person who knew how to get things done and did her job very well. "Can we talk? I really need a favor. You know that I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't between life and death." She groaned before she came back to the line with a much quieter background. I sighed when she said nothing. "It's Elijah. His ex-wife is back, and I'm afraid that she might try to get back with him and ruin everything that I've achieved with Elijah all these years."

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.