What happens when the love of your life becomes your greatest regret? When the choice you made to protect your dreams turns into the haunting shadow of "what if"? Falling for my billionaire Ex is a story that dares to explore those questions. This isn’t just a tale of exes reunited. It’s about two people—flawed, complicated, and human—who must confront the raw truth of their choices and the scars left behind. Elliot and Susan’s journey is messy, heartbreaking, and full of longing, but it’s also a testament to the power of second chances. Expect tension. Every meeting, every word they exchange carries the weight of a past that neither has forgotten. Their chemistry is undeniable, but so are their wounds. And as they step into each other’s worlds again, you’ll feel the magnetic pull of their connection just as they do.
View MoreElliotI arrived at the restaurant early, which wasn’t like me. But tonight was different. I wanted to be prepared, to have the upper hand. Susan had a way of throwing me off balance lately, and I wasn’t about to let her do it again.The table I’d reserved was secluded, tucked away from prying eyes and distractions. As I sipped my scotch, I caught myself glancing at the entrance every few seconds, anticipating her arrival.When she finally walked in, I almost forgot to breathe.The dress was sleek, black, and impossibly elegant. It clung to her figure in a way that demanded attention, but it wasn’t just the dress...it was her. The way she carried herself, the quiet confidence in her stride, the way her eyes scanned the room like she owned it.For a moment, I couldn’t move.Then she saw me, and the spell broke.“You’re early,” she said as she reached the table, her voice calm and controlled, like she hadn’t just turned my entire evening upside down.“And you’re stunning,” I replied wit
SusanBy the time I stepped into the café to meet Meera for lunch, my mind was still reeling from the whirlwind of the past twenty-four hours. Between Elliot’s new office power move and his cryptic dinner invitation, I felt like I was trapped in a game I hadn’t agreed to play.Meera was already at our usual table, sipping an iced coffee and scrolling through her phone. She looked up as I approached, a knowing smile spreading across her face.“Well, well, if it isn’t the queen of corporate chaos,” she teased, setting her phone down. “What’s the latest drama from Prescott Enterprises?”I rolled my eyes as I slid into the seat across from her. “You have no idea.”She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Try me.”I took a sip of water, stalling for time. “Let’s just say... Elliot Prescott is proving to be as infuriating as ever.”Meera’s eyebrows shot up. “What did he do this time? Don’t tell me he moved your desk to the broom closet.”“Worse,” I said, leaning back in my ch
ElliotThe morning buzz of the office was louder than usual as I made my way to the conference room for the team presentation. My assistant handed me a cup of coffee, rattling off the day’s schedule, but I barely registered her words.All I could think about was Susan.She hadn’t outright refused my dinner invitation last night, which I considered a win. Still, the look on her face when she left the lobby lingered in my mind...a mix of anger, confusion, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite place.By the time I reached the conference room, most of the team was already seated. Gerald stood near the screen, setting up the presentation, while Susan sat at the far end of the table, flipping through her notes.I couldn’t help but notice the way she stiffened slightly when I entered the room. Her eyes darted up for a brief moment, meeting mine before she quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in her work.Good. She was still thinking about me.“Good morning, everyone,” I said,
Susan I grabbed my planner from my office, trying to distract myself from the way my stomach churned after that elevator encounter. Why did Elliot always have the power to leave me so off balance? One look, one word, and my carefully constructed defenses crumbled like they were made of paper. I was walking back toward the elevator when I realized I’d left my pen on my desk. “Get it together, Susan,” I muttered to myself, turning back for the second time in five minutes. As I stepped into my office, I froze. On my desk was a small box with an elegant cream-colored envelope resting on top. My name was written in bold, confident strokes...Elliot’s handwriting. My pulse quickened as I picked up the envelope and slid my finger under the seal. Inside was a note, short and to the point: “Dinner. My treat. Friday at 7 PM. Don’t say no.... Elliot” I stared at the words, my emotions swirling into a confusing mix of anger, curiosity, and something I didn’t want to admit felt dangerously cl
Elliot The rest of the day felt like a blur, but Susan’s expression from earlier...the way her eyes had darkened, the tension in her posture...lingered like a bad dream. I hadn’t seen her since she stormed out of my office. Despite my better judgment, I kept checking the clock and glancing at the phone on my desk, half-hoping she’d come back or call, and half-dreading that she might. Why did it matter so much? Leila’s unannounced appearance had been nothing short of a disaster. I knew what it must have looked like to Susan, and I hated that I hadn’t been quick enough to clear up the misunderstanding. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t like me to let personal matters interfere with work, but Susan had always been the exception. There was a knock at the door, and I sat up straighter, a flicker of hope sparking to life. But when the door opened, it was Adrian who walked in, looking far too amused for my liking. “You look like someone ran over your
ElliotI'll never forget that night-the first time I felt her entirely mine. It started with nothing more than a shared evening of studying in my tiny off-campus apartment. She was wearing one of those oversized sweaters that she claimed was comfortable, but to me, it was pure temptation. The neckline dipped slightly, revealing just enough of her collarbone to make me want to trace it with my lips.She sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an explosion of notes, highlighters, and textbooks. I was half-heartedly pretending to work on my laptop, but my eyes were locked on her. The way her lips pressed together when she was concentrating, the faint furrow of her brows, the occasional tilt of her head... it all drew me in like gravity."You're staring," she said without looking up, her voice carrying that teasing lilt that always got under my skin."Can you blame me?" I replied, leaning back on the couch, a smirk tugging at my lips.Finally, she glanced up, her eyes meeting mine. T
SusanThe morning sun streamed through the blinds in my new office, but the brightness only added to the headache pulsing behind my eyes. A new office...one I hadn’t asked for, didn’t want, and was now forced to occupy.I stood by the window, gripping a coffee cup that was still too hot to drink. The view was stunning, I had to admit. The city sprawled out before me, glittering and bustling with life. But no amount of scenic inspiration could drown out the irritation boiling inside me.Why did Elliot Prescott think he had the right to decide where I worked? A private office was unnecessary. I had been perfectly fine in the shared workspace with the team. I didn’t need a sleek desk, plush chairs, and a coffee machine all to myself.And worst of all, it was right next to his office.It wasn’t just the proximity that bothered me...it was what it implied. He wanted to keep an eye on me. Micromanage me. Maybe even unnerve me. Well, it was working.A knock on the door jolted me from my spir
Susan By the time I made it to Gerald’s office for the morning briefing, I had finally managed to shove the events of the gala into the recesses of my mind. Or so I thought. I stepped into his office with my notebook in hand, ready to discuss the day’s agenda. "Good morning, Ms. Hart," Gerald greeted me with his usual professional tone. "Morning, Gerald," I replied, taking a seat across from him. "What’s on the agenda today?" He shuffled a few papers on his desk, adjusting his glasses. "Before we get into today’s work, I have some news." I frowned. Gerald wasn’t the type to get off track, so this was unusual. "News?" He nodded, clearing his throat. "Mr. Prescott has ordered that you be given a private office in the building." My eyes widened, and I blinked at him. "A private office? Why?" Gerald adjusted his glasses again, clearly uncomfortable with my reaction. "I assume it’s for efficiency and convenience, given your ongoing work with the company." "Right," I said slowly, p
SusanThe ride home was a silent, frustrating ordeal. The driver, arranged by Meera, focused on the road, giving me plenty of time to stew in my thoughts.Elliot Prescott was infuriating.All night, his piercing green eyes followed me like a storm cloud threatening to ruin my carefully planned evening. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but then I caught the slight narrowing of his gaze every time another man approached me.And Vanessa.What annoyed me more...her exaggerated laugh or the way she clung to Elliot’s arm as if she were staking a claim? Every time she leaned closer, I felt a strange pang in my chest. It was ridiculous. I shouldn’t care what he did, who he flirted with, or how many times her laugh sounded fake enough to echo.But I did care.I had tried to ignore him, throwing my attention to casual conversations with a young investment banker named Liam who had approached me with a drink. He had been kind and polite, complimenting my dress and asking about my work.It
SusanI adjusted my blazer and took a deep breath before walking into the boardroom. This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for...no room for nerves, no room for mistakes.But the moment I stepped inside, my breath caught.Ten years. It had been ten long years since I last saw him, and yet, there he was...Elliot Prescott, sitting at the head of the boardroom table like a king on his throne.The universe had a twisted sense of humor, throwing me into his world when I was at my lowest. Jobless, desperate, and hanging onto the last thread of my self-respect, I'd walked into this meeting thinking it was just another pitch. But then his eyes...those same piercing green eyes...met mine, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.His piercing green eyes meeting mine the second I walked in. Time hadn't touched him, if anything, it had made him sharper, more composed. The air in the room suddenly felt too heavy."Ms. Hart," a man sitting beside him said, oblivious to the jolt of recognition betw...
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