Romans & histoires Wooing His Billionaire Ex Wife

"She cooks in my son's penthouse at seven AM in pajamas? How domestic." I wanted to disappear. Adrian leaned down, lips inches from ear, voice low only I could hear. "Trust me." Then he did something I never expected. Turned me around, cupped my face with large hands, and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. Dominant. Not soft fake kiss. My ex-husband's billionaire boss kissed me in his penthouse kitchen, in front of his mother. I gasped against his mouth. Lips warm, demanding. One hand slid to waist and pulled tight against chest. I felt heart beating, strong and fast. Smelled cedar cologne. Hands without thinking grabbed his black shirt.

her voice came through the speaker. It was low, crystal-clear, and entirely devoid of emotion... the exact same voice she had used to strip thirty-one percent of my family's legacy away in Boardroom A. I leaned my back against the elevator wall, a cold, sharp smirk touching the corners of my mouth. "Let me say, your ex husband, is asking lots of questions," I said, my voice dropping into a quiet, smooth cadence. "He hired Mark's brother to run a background sweep, and he just found the six-month blackout."

"It was necessary. That marriage deal is what was stopping us from accepting our feelings from one another. I know that you've been straying away from me because of that. I hated it that we couldn't be something more, because I really do want more than that." Veena gasped when he took out a small velvet box and he kneeled on one knee. "Veena Harrison. You were my wife but this time I wanted to make this marriage between us right. No more marriage contracts, no more business deals. The first woman I have ever loved and bedded. The first woman who has ever captured this ruthless billionaire's heart. Will you marry me?" Tears flowed down her cheeks and she hugged Lois tightly. "Yes." Lois sighe

I cupped my chin and then he gripped my elbow with wide eyes. "That is great. Wh-" "I thought of it but its like so huge. Like it's really huge" The smile slowly wiped from my face as he looked me dead in the eye. "Your husband, he's a billionaire. Isn't he and he has the exposure. You have the exposure, Aal. It's going to hit and it's going to be amazing" He said and my voice died in the silence of my thoughts. "See?" He shrugged his shoulders before backing off, yet till somewhat close.

“Kian Lawley— I was shocked which wasn't expected, I had heard a lot about him but never have I thought he would be someone who tortures his wife and makes out with her best friend. "I really want to get a divorce from him. I don't want to go back there or he will kill me." She began to cry and I brought her to my embrace.

From the car he hit her with and the expensive suit he was putting on, one could tell he was astonishingly a billionaire and Diana thought he probably must have paid the debts on her behalf and now this? "Who would think that someone she literally sacrificed alot for would be the one calling her an ex-convict? And what was he insinuating by saying her timing was perfect? And why the fuck is he mocking her witt the debts?" Diana wondered. Ungrateful Oliver on the other hand only smirked. He had become a successful billionaire and now close to the Wakin's family as a soon to be brother -in-law . He was getting married to the daughter of the Wakin's family and he has all the power and money he

"Your true colors are showing, Mr. Holding. You're an asshole for using Olivia Green's feelings. You know that?" "She's part of my past." He shrugged off his broad shoulders. "And you can use me whenever you like, woman. You can use my money. You can use me in acting as a father to your child. You can use me to make your ex-husband jealous. We can use each other." "I was not expecting that I could get this offer from a billionaire, Mr. Holding. A marriage of convenience." Maybe I will no longer know someone who will love me unconditionally in this lifetime.

But then, he looks away and walks to the private room in the office, Chris shakes his head and whispers to himself, “The perfect, well mannered, unshaken CEO, now has a loose tie, a messy hair and a smelly alcoholic mouth. Who is this guy? Where did he come from? Who said love, wasn’t a dangerous weapon? The sooner he realizes it, the better for him before someone snatches his billionaire ex-wife.”

"No, we'll leave together. I don't want the sleazy tabloids capturing shit about our marriage." At that, she chuckled humorlessly, unbothered by his anger. "You've done a good job painting the reality of what it is to the media already. I won't be made a clown a second time." Then she reached for her phone and ordered a cab in front of the nanny and the Stark family chauffeur who had come in a limo to pick them up. What the fuck was she trying to pull? What new scheme could she be cooking? Alessandro knew he couldn't make a scene there and swallowed his rage, watching as a small cab drove in and the new wife of the richest billionaire in America according to Forbes, entered with their baby.

His cold voice jolted through my spine. "You can keep the credit cards and anything else in your possession, you'll most definitely need it," and with that, he turned around and stormed out of the room. I stood rooted on the spot watching as he disappeared through the door. He wasn't the least willing to ask if I had considered my decision. I could tell he has craved this opportunity throughout the four years of our marriage. I offered it to him in a gold platter and he grabbed it in a heartbeat.