Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 139: .Isabella and Alan had settled many a disagreement with an angry tussle in bed that was worth the drop afterward for being able to get a little of her own back, to feel seen and heard. Except that Archibald already makes her feel seen and heard, and right now Isabella just sort of wants one of them to hurt, and she’s not sure who.“Stop, stop, enough,” Archibald orders, kinder than Isabella deserves, and wipes the beginnings of tears out of the corners of Isabella’s eyes before she even realizes that she’s about to cry. “I know, baby. I know.”“You don’t know anything.” It comes out way less cool and way more pathetic when Isabella’s voice cracks on what is definitely an overtired, strung-out sob. “You don’t know anything.”“I know that you’re exhausted and running on fumes and that you’d rather have the kind of sex that’s not good for you and that you don’t even want than get what you need,” Archibald tells her. “I’d say I know pl
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 140:.There is coffee, kept hot in the kind of insulated tumbler that costs too much and coordinates with the beachy colors of the house. Isabella has a suspicion that it was bought specifically for her, because Archibald is a crazy person who thinks about that kind of stuff. It doesn’t stop her from drinking it.“Tell me what you did,” Isabella orders before she can talk herself out of it and in spite of the very large part of her that doesn’t actually want to know. “Something something something about buying out the board?” she elaborates with a pointed stare. Because Chantelle, of all people, wouldn’t be bailing unless the ship is sinking. The ship might already be sunk if she’s that willing to abandon what she sees as her birthright. A birthright that she’s always seen as a competition, even though she’d won right out the gate and Isabella’s so stupid that it took literally being disowned to see that she never stood a chance.“Oh, th
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 142: .“You know, I almost broke up with you last night.”Archibald’s steady calm, the largest holdover from last night, holds up even as he nods in agreement. “I know.”Isabella scowls at him.“How’d you know? I barely knew until I’d decided not to.”“Because I know you. You’ve been given precious few people in life who haven’t broken your trust, and I did that by going behind your back. It would have been an understandable reaction, and I wouldn’t have begrudged you—“Isabella slams that ocean blue tumbler down on the table with a clatter. Her eyes are bright with emotion, and her lips are turned down in an irritated scowl.“Maybe you wouldn’t,” she snaps, “but I’d sure as shit begrudge you if you just, what, let me break up with you without so much as asking me not to? What the fuck, man.”“You are an adult who can make your own decisions—““Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want you to just let me go when I’m about to do something stupid!
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 142: .See, if Isabella’s life was a movie, this is where it would end.A great romantic conclusion tied up with a neat little bow, roll credits, and scene.But this isn’t a movie, and this isn’t where it ends.“I’m thinking about going back to school,” Isabella says one afternoon during a lunch date. She doesn’t stop stirring anxiously at her gelato until Archibald reaches out to physically stop her before it turns to soup, and she won’t like it as much.“I think that’s a good idea,” he replies.Isabella is still basically unhireable, further blacklisted professionally by the drama that came out of her father’s quick but messy trial that put him in jail for years and ruined any good reputation any of them might have had.(The man left a single furious, frothing voicemail on Isabella’s phone that could be summed up as three straight minutes of death threats that included everyone from Isabella herself to the cat to the goldfish that had o
Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 143: .It happens by accident.Archibald’s out of town again for work but tries to call in the evenings when he can and Isabella, consequently, does her best to be available despite the three-hour time difference. Dara can roll her eyes all she wants — and does — but keeps her smart remarks, if not to a minimum, then to an average.(“It’s part of our arrangement!” Isabella protests noisily as if the forty-five minutes she spends holed up in her bedroom have anything at all to do with those initial terms of their relationship and aren’t simply because she misses the man like a limb when he’s gone.Dara makes an unflattering snort and digs her elbow into Isabella’s side, stealing a pretzel out of her bag while she’s distracted.“Uh-huh,” she says, “Is that what we’re calling it now, Ms. Codependent?”“I don’t think I like you anymore.”Isabella, among other things, is a liar. A bad one.)It happens by accident because Isabella’s bundled up
Ditch the Ex and Date the Billionaire.Chapter 1: Break Up.*Isabella* Balancing the bento cake on my hand and the strings of red birthday balloons carefully, I walked quietly to the main entrance. I smiled to myself knowing that my boyfriend would never expect what was going to happen. It’s his birthday and I planned on surprising him after I got back from work.I bent the door handle trying to pushed it open but stopped realizing it was stuck. Alan wasn’t around? Tucking a strand of my curly dark brown hair behind my ear, I pulled out the spare key Alan had given to me at the beginning of our relationship and opened the villa's door.The lights in the sitting room were turned off as I looked around confused.Alan never leaves his lights turned off. He always complained of having a phobia of the darkness. I could see cereal boxes and popcorn tubs scattered around the floor, my brows creased while I fixed my gaze on the television which was on.What the ...?I understand that
Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire .Chapter 2: Enjoy now .“You look so miserable”. Someone say hatefully into my ear just before I manage to sit down at my desk.I fought back a shiver at my coworker's gross invasion of personal space.Zoe is in her late 30s but it’s so ridiculously cringey that she seems to find joy in making my miserable life… a lot more miserable.I arched an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking about?”.“I heard the CEO’s grandson broke up with you.” She revealed with a glint in her eyes. “You do know that you’re only here because you are dating the CEO’s grand son, hm?. So which means illiterate Isabella will soon be kicked out of here like the unwanted trash you are.” She says clapping at her ridiculous statement. If I had the energy, i would remark on how childish Zoe was acting right now but I can barely go into a argument with my emotional stability in shambles.I hate the fact that the unit I was working made the coworkers have a shared cubicle. If not
Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire.Chapter 3: A new friend .*Isabella*“Excuse me, Are you holding silent conversations with yourself? Should I be worried?.” I looked away from the mirror that i was staring into and turned to my left seeing Dara, a co-worker and coincidentally, the only nice person in this building.“Hey, Dara.” I say, my voice cracking a little bit.She sighed bringing up her hand to touched my forehead as she gave me a look.“Have you been crying all day, please tell me you haven’t ?.”I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion of the different panic attacks I had today or the soft encouraging look from Dara that spurs me to suddenly be so open, but I’m too tired and I just feels like I’m failing.“I’m just tired, Dara... .” I rasped out blankly staring at my miserable self in the mirror. “It’s been weeks and I feel like I can’t catch a break in this company.” “Bella ... .” She mutters in response reaching out to hold my hand.“Would it be bad if I wanted to resign?.