Novel & Cerita Wooing His Billionaire Ex Wife

I pulled out my phone and showed her the picture of our marriage certificate. “Dorathy, meet my husband. Adrian Blackwell.” Silence. Dorathy stared at the screen, then looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. “Adrian Blackwell?! The billionaire? The Ice King of Blackwell Enterprise?” She slapped both hands over her mouth. “Elena, are you fucking insane? You married the most terrifying man in the country out of spite?!” “He gave me a domestic contract, so I tore it up in front of his chief butler, claimed his master suite, wore his designer shirt as a dress, and crashed his international investor meeting with diner food.”

“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?”

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

Him kissing on my neck elevated the sensitive feeling. I loved that feeling of his beard rubbing. I shivered. And then suddenly the reality set in. I somehow moved away from him. "How do you expect me to be ok when you forcefully married me?" He sighed. "Your mouth seemed better when you moan out my name" And that again sent shivers. He took a step towards me while I stood right there. Not knowing what to do. "Get over the past Sugar. I did leave you, yes. But it was for our future. I built this empire so that I could pamper and give you what you deserve"

In the dim, golden light of the cabin, his face was all sharp angles and shadows, the occasional glow of the ember highlighting the stark planes of his cheeks. He was still devastatingly handsome, pulling at his tie with that familiar, impatient gesture, running a hand through his hair until it was artfully dishevelled. In another life, this scene would have been pure, potent seduction. He was the same domineering, ruinously attractive billionaire who could make any woman’s heart stutter with a single, arrogant glance. But he wasn’t my husband anymore. He was just a man who had driven me to a secluded cabin under duress, trying to buy back a ghost with a stolen memory.

He groaned and pushed me back onto the rug, hovering over me, his towel still low, my shirt riding up. "My genius wife who tortures me," he murmured, kissing my forehead, my nose, my lips slow. "Do you know what I thought all day in that boardroom after you left?" "What?" "That my 22-year-old wife saved my fifty million dollar deal in my shirt, barefoot, and then went home to write kissing scenes about me. And some other man gets to read them before I do." "I send you first! Always you first!" "Then why does Marcus get a call at night and I get a sandwich at lunch?" He pouted. Actual pout. Caelum Vane, 32, billionaire, pouting on my rug.

I scrubbed his floors. I endured his mother's cruelty. I became invisible for a man who could not even remember our anniversary. Three years I gave him. Three years I hid who I really was because I thought love mattered more than power or money or my own name. But when I found him with her, when I saw the divorce papers were just a joke to him, when he told me I had nowhere to go and nothing to my name, something inside me broke. Or maybe it finally woke up. I am Elena Hartley. Heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Licensed pilot. Award-winning actress. Renowned pianist. And now, CEO of the company my ex-husband has been desperately begging for investment. He thought I was nobody. His fam

I didn't dare leave Dominic and Leonard alone together. From the kitchen, I quietly peeked at them. “Leonard, cut out all those cheap tricks! Isla Grace is mine now. You're nothing but an ex she no longer loves!” Dominic said firmly. Leonard let out a quiet scoff. “I only came here to eat. There's no need for you to keep throwing jabs at me.” “You're a billionaire. You can eat at any fancy restaurant you want. So why come all the way to this little café if you don't have some ulterior motive involving my girlfriend?”

* *Of course he is a billionaire, he would surely have more than one credit cards* If I run away right now, he would find me.. or attack My Dad. I sighed. "Hey dear, are you done shopping?" I saw the old fool walking up to me. I gave a eye roll and walked ahead of him. ~ "What's with that girl" ~"She lacks manners" ~"I dare not walk out of my grandfather" I overheard some girls gossiping. They know nothing! He is not my grandfather! I felt like yelling the exact thing to them but it's a shame on my part.. I'm married to this old man because of his money.

He had extinguished that light, suppressing her aspirations to mold her into the submissive wife he wanted. The truth was, Allora's love had been genuine and selfless, while his had been hollow and selfish. He assumed it was acceptable to maintain this sort of marriage. If Kylie was the reason Allora wanted to divorce, he would explain the situation clearly to Allora and compensate her later. Waving over his subordinate, Mason demanded, "Bring me my wife back, and do not let anything happen to her. Also, transfer five million to her account." The subordinate appeared conflicted.