Novel & Cerita Winning Back My Billionaire Ex Wife

“Fine. You want to know the truth? Here it is. Sometime in the past, I’m not going to say when, Xander Smith, your now ex-husband, wanted to sell his family’s company. There was some sort of problem with the finances, and it seemed like the people who owned the company at the time had squandered most of the company’s resources.” I was still confused on where he was going with it. “Okay, so?” He gave me a nod. “Well, the thing is, someone wanted to buy the company from Xander.” “Yeah, I heard that story. Some rich billionaire bought it. And he bought most of the shares, which had Xander working for the billionaire in the company. From what I’ve heard, the billionaire turned the company around

"Worry about you? I just wanted to make sure you’ll have a roof over your head now that you’re no longer married to me." Her chest tightened, but she refused to show any weakness. Instead, she smiled again, this time with more resolve. "Goodbye, Caleb." She turned on her heel and walked out of the courtroom. Caleb’s eyes followed her, an inexplicable pang of guilt gnawing at him as the doors swung shut behind her. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Power," he muttered under his breath. He needed the wealth and influence that marrying Linda would bring. His family’s bankruptcy had been a wake-up call years ago, and now he was terrified they would fall into ruin again. The go

Just a few minutes ago, she was so poor that she only had five dollars, not even enough for hailing a taxi. If her mother-in-law who hated the low-class families and never had any likeness towards Ximena suddenly finds out Ximena Was Ximena Antonio, the youngest daughter of the Antonio family, the richest family in the country, that she was a super-rich woman with a net worth of billions of dollars, how surprised would she possibly be? She remembered before she had regained her memory, her good friend in the orphanage was almost dying. She knelt, begging her mother-in-law, Evelyn Ricardo, to lend her some money.

She demanded, ignoring my question. “I don’t know.” I crossed my arms around my chest. “What do you want?” She narrowed her eyes as she stared at me with disdain. “So you’re back? He knocked my sister and ran back to his fancy wife.” What the fuck was she talking about?

“Mia. You don’t have to be stubborn.” I smiled bitterly. It was never about money. I had married him when I had nothing. I would leave him with nothing too. Because the only thing I ever wanted from him wasn’t something money could buy. And he had never given it to me. “I’ll be fine,” I repeated. >>>> The following days passed quickly. Once I made my decision, everything became easier. I resigned from NovaTech. The apartment I owned before my marriage was sold. The other properties under my name were handed over to agencies for management and sale.

“ Oh, please stop it, Julia is your daughter as she is mine, so stop this pathetic lie and gaslighting, how is it my business if you end up with those? I don't care about you anymore. At Least, it is a little payment for what you did all of these years, the hurt, and pain, you deserve it by the way” I could see his fist clenched in his pocket. “Would there ever be any way that I can make it up to you? I mean, I know that I messed things up, and it is only ideal that I try to make things right, I am serious about doing this, and you know that also, why don't you give me a chance? To prove that I am for real? That I don't have any ulterior motives right now?” Ulterior motives? Every single thi

Philip’s POV To my surprise, I literally could not believe what I was seeing. And there she was, Kendra – my ex-wife – pictured on every television and in every magazine. The woman I’d so callously tossed aside was now a global icon, a self-made billionaire. I felt a lump in my throat as I came to the terrifying reality of what I did wrong. “How the hell did you get these?” I whispered to Adrian. Adrian looked at me and raised his shoulders. “It’s all over the media, man, she is all over the media!”

The suit was right but something behind the eyes was wrong — the specific wrongness of a man who had not been sleeping, who had been living for weeks inside the collapse of everything he had built his identity around. He read from a prepared statement. His voice was steady — he had always been good in front of cameras, had always understood that the performance of confidence was almost as useful as the real thing. He characterized the default proceedings as the product of targeted interference. He used the word weaponized three times. He described Caldwell Global's actions as a coordinated campaign of financial aggression driven by personal grievance. Then he said my name. "My ex-wife," he s

It wasn't as if they couldn't take their leave, but everyone was curious, wanting to know how everything was going to end. Probably they have heard about brides abandoning their grooms on their marriage day, but the groom abandoning his bride on the marriage day was something that rarely happens, but right now it was about to happen, and it wasn't just about to happen to any ordinary person but to Sarah Jones, one of the richest billionaires in New York City, and this wasn't a scene one would afford to miss. Meanwhile, Xavier sat at a corner in the church, his facial expression calm as if nothing was happening.

“My back doesn’t hurt anymore right now. I just want to devour you completely. Danielle, your body is incredible. Just looking at you gets me hard. Frank Tino was an idiot for abandoning a beautiful wife like you.” “Mr. Billionaire, don’t mention my ex-husband…” “What? Does hearing his name hurt your feelings?” The billionaire’s voice turned teasing. “Later, you’ll have to answer me this… between him and me, who makes you feel better?”