Wooing His Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

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."

The billionaire raised an eyebrow but the tall, blond man that stood behind him had not moved an inch throughout the entire time he was there. “Honey, a small wedding is not what we need right now,” mother scolded. “Do you think I worked this hard to get us where we are only for you to selfishly deprive me of the victory I need?” The billionaire had brought out his phone and was now scowling at the screen. He was distracted so my mother continued to press her palms into my clavicles. “We will have the biggest, grandest wedding to shame all those naysayers who thought our days in the limelight are over.”

Or is he just completely okay with all of this? He better not be! The angrier he is, the better the drama! Katherine, baby girl...you are a diva!!!! It's like I always say, 'when a billionaire doesn't work out, you try another one.' But Zayn Hogan is a bit of a chronic heartbreaker is he not? Well, who cares anyway. The richer, the better in my opinion. Now, I've got to go do more research and stalking because remember I'm always watching!!

She cried out, “You told me yourself. The only reason why you were with her was because of that stupid clause your grandfather got to inherit his shares in the company to marry someone for two years. You said she was the easiest target with no family members which is why you faked your feelings with her. You promised that after you divorce her we can be together. It's been two years already, baby. She shouldn't be here unless… have you fallen in love with her? Is that why you can't let her go? You no longer want me?” Her voice turned pitiful at the end in a way that made my belly churn. But those words made everything in me lurch. Will…grandfather…easy target. No. I wanted to say something a

“ 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

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

The bedroom door swings open. He walks in holding red roses. “My beautiful wife is awake,” he grins, sitting beside me as I sit up. I blink. “Wait. Did you just call me beautiful?” This must be a good day. He laughs. “Look, you are my jackpot.” “Jackpot?” “Yeah. My ticket out of poverty for life.” “What do you mean?” “The billionaire from last night. He wants to see you again.” My eyes widen as I fight to hide the flush creeping up my face.

"How rich is Danny exactly? Like, how many billions?" "Don't." "I'm just asking. For science." "Drop it." "Fine. Fine." She held up her hands. "But you have two billionaires fighting for you. Two. One of them is your ex-husband who you're still in love with. The other is a man who bought you a mansion and made you breakfast. Do you understand how insane that is?" "It's not insane. It's complicated." "It's insane. But I love it." She grinned. "You're living the dream, Olivia. The messy, complicated, two-billionaire dream."

What went wrong? “For all of you?” I ask. We are more than eight in number. Did he get a gold class ticket for everyone? “Yes! For all of us,” Lisa corrects me. Well of course he did. He is of course CEO Lorenzo. The billionaire of New York City. “Uhmmm…honey, I can’t go.” Whatever his plan is, I won’t be part of it. He can’t just make my family so happy just to tear them in pieces. I don’t want them thinking we are perfect. I don’t want them to think we are okay. I want them to see the changes, so when telling them about the divorce it won’t be so shocking.

I asked, ruffling his hair, and he nodded happily. “Yes, mummy.” “That's great. Thank you, my love.” “I can't believe I almost forgot,” Tasha huffed, patting her forehead. “I finally found that guy's social media. The one who employed me to manage that big charity gala.” “Oh, is that so?” I asked. “Yeah, let me show you,” She said, as she typed something on her phone. “The man is so handsome in like an unreal, Greek god way. No disrespect to you, babe.” She darted David a sheepish look, and he just huffed before walking away.