Wooing His Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I demanded, my voice firm with indignation. He grinned lecherously, a wicked look in his eyes. "I've always fantasized about you, Bella. Since I found out who you were, I've been waiting for this chance." “Uh what are you talking about?” I searched his face for answers as I furrowed my brows in confusion. “You are that billionaire’s ex wife aren’t you? Even after having a child,you still look so sexy and pretty.” He licked his lips which irritated me further. “You know me?”

"I can see that delirious little vow played quite vividly in your drunken fantasies, wife. Do give me the unvarnished version, won't you?" He leaned closer, his seeking mouth hovering a breath from her parted lips. "Tell your husband exactly how badly his bride craves being put on display for his depraved indulgence." A shudder racked Ava's core as the words dissolved into humid panting against her flesh. She could no more resist his carnal temptation than the ocean itself could defy the moon's gravitational pull. This devastatingly virile billionaire sent her rocketing into a dark, wanton oblivion with nothing more than whiskey-rough endearments and a rough tweak of her nipple.

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

I took the remote and switched on the TV. "Yes, that’s why we suspect Mr. Winters wants his ex-wife back, who is now a businesswoman, secret sources say it’s because she is a billionaire now who can save his family’s company, a company that his current girlfriend, or rather fiancé, brought down with her oniomania disorder.” “What?!” I turned and saw Cassie, who had her mouth wide open. I switched off the TV. “I’m not addicted to shopping,” she said and came to me.

We were in a beneficial relationship and he was keeping to his end of the deal. I still couldn't help wondering if he believed whatever his sister was saying. Perhaps, he was beginning to regret taking a chance on me. I'm sure there were a thousand women who were willing to drop off their underwear at the sound of his voice. I'm talking about respectful, women with class. He was the catch! Everyone wanted him. Would you expect less from a handsome billionaire who was at the verge of taking total control of his father's company? You should not. They flocked to him. Despite it making the rounds in the news that he was about to get married, they would still try to win over his heart whether it

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"

And then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You don't have to do this, Lilian," he said, shaking his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore."

"I promise to marry you and forget Ethan completely. No more obsession. No more pining after a man who never wanted me. No more schemes to win him back or make him jealous. I'll be yours... your wife, Hayden's mother, your partner in taking down the Walkers and building something new from the ruins." I took a breath, my heart pounding. "You'll have me, fully committed. You'll have Hayden, acknowledged publicly as your daughter. You'll have Walker Industries and everything that comes with it—the money, the power, the respect. Everything you've ever wanted." The silence that followed felt eternal. I waited, barely breathing, wondering if I'd pushed too far, if he'd refuse, if he'd realize how

made me go hard, and I know I want to see her again. Yeah, but how? the voice in my head scoffs. Are you really going to start dating the daughter of your ex-wife? How fucked up is that?’ I merely shake my head. I’m a fucking billionaire, and billionaires do what they want. They go to Mars. They rearrange the federal government. Fuck, they even get involved in European politics. Fucking a young girl who happens to be an ex’s daughter is the least of it. At that moment, I stroll by my massive garage and see Henry, my chauffeur, wiping down the yellow Lambo.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.