Romans & histoires Wooing His Billionaire Ex Wife

“You’re going to do great, and Elena Matthews is going to be so lucky to have you in charge of her wardrobe. In fact, if she has even one single complaint about your work, then she’s an idiot and deserves to be hit on the head.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Stop saying things like that, silly. If her husband finds out you called his wife an idiot, he won’t be too happy. You know they’re the most romantic couple ever, right? It’s all anyone talks about in the tabloids. He actually bought a whole town and built a resort just to keep his wife away from all the craziness that comes with the spotlight. Do you have any idea how sweet that is? It’s not every day a billionaire turns into a romant

So she can only help her friend to recover from this bitter reality of his betrayal. "While you were working overtime in the company, he used to spend his time with him. By the time you used to finish your work, you used to be so exhausted, that you barely had energy to eat. But still, you were the wife who shared his last name, while I was the mistress. At that time, I suggested that Vincent should make a choice between me and you. He doesn't want to leave me, but he couldn't divorce you either. He was worried that his father wouldn't agree to it. So he started staying with me more and he used to almost live with me. That's when he gifted me this villa to keep me happy" Heather took a deep

"Truly, I had outrageously penalized those ladies who tried to seduce him at a young age. Throughout the past ten years after my grandchildren's death, I had tried my best to make him get a woman who could conceive for him, but it was all in vain. The adopted fools and step-siblings are not an option to select as the new C.E.O. They are ready to embezzle and misuse the influence of the company. Of course, I had carried out a series of secret tests on them, but none. No single one is worthy of handling the generational assets." "Ohh…" I struggle to construct a sentence. "And there comes your commitment. You will make a deal with me to be the secret married wife of my son. I would have preferr

I'd frozen, and muttered a prayer to God that everyone would do the same too, just so I could find a solution for it. But it didn't work. She saw him, and for a moment there I could swear I saw recognition in her eyes. “If you weren't ignoring my calls, it would never have gotten to that.” He sneered. He allowed a couple of seconds to pass, before he added. “And might this be the right time to add that your ex wife is truly breathtaking? You must have been blind to chose your wife over her. The pictures I had and have seen never did justice and….”

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

"I am the one who decides who is replaceable. And today, I have replaced you with myself.” The broadcast cut to the Hamilton logo. The stock market opened, and the ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the Hamilton Global line shooting upward like a rocket. Ryan slumped against the barricade. A reporter shoved a microphone into his face. "Mr. Voss! Are you really her husband? Did you know she was a billionaire? How does it feel to be the man who lost the Iron Queen?" Ryan didn't answer. He couldn't. He watched as a black SUV pulled up to the curb. Silas Vance stepped out. He didn't look at the press. He walked straight to Ryan and handed him a small, plastic bag.

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

The first thing I did after leaving Dana’s office was ask Lex to take me to Harden House. He glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “You want to visit Hollis?” “Not exactly. I want to find the people Richard intended to help. We’ve spent weeks discussing seven names as if they were entries in a bank account. They were real people before somebody turned their identities into financial transactions.” Lex considered that for a moment. “That’s reasonable.” “Good. I was beginning to worry that marriage to a billionaire was making me sound unreasonable.”

His hand was warm, large, slightly rough from making roses. "Elise Carter, my wife, my florist, I know I lied to you. I know I am a billionaire liar. But can I... can I be your husband for real now? Not contract. Real? No more pillow wall?" Elise looked at his scared, handsome face, his wet hair, his bleeding finger from roses, his £98 billion that meant nothing compared to his heart beating fast for her. She leaned forward and hugged him, her strawberry pajamas against his black t-shirt, her damp hair against his neck.