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Falling For My Billionaire Ex Goodbye Susan
Flashback: Ten Years AgoSusanThe afternoon sun filtered through the dusty dorm room blinds, casting faint streaks of light on the floor. My heart raced as I sat cross-legged on my bed, clutching my phone. Elliot was late.He’d promised to come over after his last exam, but something about his text earlier felt... off. The words “We need to talk” had hung over me like a dark cloud all day.When the knock finally came, I jumped, my stomach tightening. I swung the door open to find him standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder, his expression a mix of exhaustion and something I couldn’t quite place.“Hey,” he said softly, stepping inside.“Hey.” I closed the door, watching as he dropped his bag by my desk.He didn’t kiss me, didn’t smile, didn’t crack one of his usual sarcastic jokes. That’s when I knew. Whatever this was, it wasn’t good.“Elliot, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaky.He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. “I’ve been putting this off, but I can’t an
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Falling For My Billionaire Ex Regrets
ElliotHer words hit me like a freight train, knocking the air out of my lungs. I sat across from Susan, my hands frozen around the glass of wine I hadn’t even tasted.“You gave me an ultimatum,” she had said, her voice steady, but the weight of her emotions bled through every syllable.The memory resurfaced, vivid and unforgiving, like it had happened yesterday. I could still see the heartbreak in her eyes, the way her voice had cracked when she asked me to stay. I had walked away from her, the love of my life, and that decision haunted me every single day.I leaned back in my chair, my gaze fixed on the flickering candle between us. For a moment, I forgot where we were...the grand private dining room, the perfectly arranged dinner, everything I had planned to make this night special. None of it mattered.Because she had brought back the past. The one thing I tried to bury but could never escape.“I didn’t have a choice, Susan,” I said finally, my voice low.Her lips curved into a bi
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Falling For My Billionaire Ex Walking In Circles
SusanThe clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates was the only sound between us. It echoed faintly in the grand private dining room, where a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow over the table. The dinner I hadn’t wanted to attend felt like a trap, a gilded cage where his gaze became the bars that held me in.I couldn’t even taste the food, though I knew it was exquisite. Each dish was plated to perfection, the kind of meal that would’ve impressed anyone else. But not me. Not tonight.I was suffocating under the weight of his stare. Every time I dared to glance up, Elliot’s eyes were on me...intense, searching, like he was trying to peel back the layers I had carefully built over the years.I focused on my plate, cutting into the delicate filet of fish, though I had no appetite. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable...it was heavy, loaded with the unspoken words that hung in the air. Words I didn’t want to hear.“Is everything to your liking?” he asked finally, his deep voice
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Falling For My Billionaire Ex This Wasn't Over
ElliotThe drive back to her place was quiet, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that suffocated. It was charged, alive, humming with the weight of everything unsaid. Every glance I stole at her told me she was fighting something. I wanted to reach out, brush my fingers against hers, just to feel that electric connection we used to share. But I didn’t. Not yet.We pulled up in front of her apartment, the streetlights casting a warm glow over her as she reached for the door handle. She hadn’t said much since dinner, and I didn’t push her to talk. This wasn’t about rushing things.“Thank you for dinner,” she said flatly, her tone cool, distant. She didn’t even look at me as she opened the door.“Susan...”But before I could get another word out, she was already stepping out, closing the door behind her without sparing me a glance. No goodnight. No lingering hesitation. Just a quick, determined retreat. She disappeared into her building like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.I st
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Falling For My Billionaire Ex Appointment Letter
Susan The next morning, I stepped into Prescott Industries with a cup of coffee in hand and a determined mindset. After last night’s dinner with Elliot, I had vowed to draw clear boundaries between us. Whatever his intentions were, I wasn’t going to let my emotions cloud my professional judgment. As I walked into my temporary office, I froze in my tracks. Sitting neatly on my desk was a sealed envelope with the Prescott Industries logo embossed on the front. My name was written in bold letters on the front. I set my coffee down and picked up the envelope, curiosity prickling at the back of my neck. Was it another one of Elliot’s surprises? A note, perhaps, or another dinner invitation? Tearing the envelope open, I pulled out the letter inside and began reading. It was an official document...an appointment letter. ** Dear Ms. Susan Hart, We are pleased to inform you that you have been offered a permanent position as Marketing Manager at Prescott Industries. This appointmen
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Plan
Elliot Back in my office, the faint hum of the city outside was my only company. I closed the door behind me, took a seat at my desk, and flipped open my leather-bound notebook. Today wasn’t just another day...it marked the beginning of what I’d silently christened Operation Win Susan Back. The plan needed precision, subtlety, and patience. Susan wasn’t someone I could just woo with flowers and grand gestures...not anymore. No, this had to be strategic. I grabbed a pen, rolling it between my fingers, and started mapping out my approach. Day 1–7: Rebuilding Trust Step one was obvious: I needed to break through her defenses. She didn’t trust me...not after everything that had happened. And who could blame her? I left. I abandoned her when she needed me most. If I wanted her to believe in me again, I’d have to show her that I was no longer that impulsive, selfish boy. Plan: Subtle acts of kindness, professional support, and being present. No pressure, no pushing...just showin
Last Updated : 2025-01-18Falling For My Billionaire Ex Determination
ElliotI stared at the folded page tucked neatly into my drawer, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. Thirty days. That’s all I needed to get Susan to see me in a new light. Scratch that...see me for what I’ve always been: hers.The plan was ambitious, yes, but I thrived on ambition. It was the same drive that had built Prescott Industries into what it was today, the same drive that would now bring Susan back to me. The knock at my door was brisk, efficient...quintessential Gerald. I closed my notebook and straightened up, slipping into the unshakable air of the CEO everyone expected me to be. “Come in,” I called. Gerald entered, holding a clipboard, his usual composed expression firmly in place. If there was one thing I could rely on, it was Gerald’s ability to keep everything professional to the point of predictability. “Morning, Mr. Prescott,” he began. “I wanted to give you an update on Susan Hart’s appointment. I just came from a meeting with her.” I kept my expression
Last Updated : 2025-01-18Falling For My Billionaire Ex Rebuilding Trust
Elliot The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, painting everything in a golden hue. My desk was immaculate except for one item: the coffee cup I’d personally picked up on my way to work. It wasn’t just any coffee; it was her favorite...a hazelnut latte, no sugar, extra foam. I glanced at my watch. It was just after 8 a.m., and I knew Susan would be arriving soon. She always came in early, as though beating the clock gave her some edge over the day. It was one of the many things I admired about her. The thought of her reaction made my pulse quicken. This wasn’t just a coffee delivery...it was the first step in breaking through her walls. Small, thoughtful, unassuming. I wasn’t trying to overwhelm her, just remind her that I was paying attention. Grabbing the cup, I made my way to her office. Her door was slightly ajar, and I could hear the faint clatter of her keyboard as she settled in. I knocked softly. “Come in,” her voice called, s
Last Updated : 2025-01-18
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Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Morning After
SusanThe warmth of Elliot’s body anchored me in place, his arm draped over my waist like he had no intention of letting me go. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.I blinked against the soft golden light streaming through the curtains, my body still aching in the best way possible from the night before.I should get up.But for once, I didn’t want to move.Not when Elliot’s fingers were lazily tracing patterns along my spine. Not when the scent of him...warm, musky, familiar...wrapped around me like a cocoon.I shifted slightly, but the moment I did, his grip tightened, pulling me back against him.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was thick with sleep, rasping against my ear.I smiled, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His dark hair was a tousled mess, his jaw dusted with stubble, and his eyes...still heavy with sleep...watched me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.“I need to get up,” I murmured.“No, yo
Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Distance Between Us
ElliotI used to believe I was a patient man. That no matter how chaotic life became, I could handle it with control and precision.But Susan was testing me in ways I never imagined.I sat at the dining table, fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden surface. The clock on the wall mocked me—11:47 PM.She was late, again.Dinner had gone cold an hour ago, and the bottle of whiskey I’d sworn I wouldn’t touch was now half-empty.The moment I heard the front door click open, I tensed. Her footsteps slow. Then, the sight of her...exhausted, her hair slightly messy, dressed in a sleek business suit that reminded me just how deep she had buried herself in that damn foundation.She barely glanced my way as she set her purse down, stretching her neck. “You’re still up?”I let out a slow exhale. “No, Susan. I’m sleepwalking.”Her lips pressed together, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. But I didn’t care.“I had a long day, Elliot.” She rubbed her temples, sighing. “Please don’t start.”I pushe
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Us
Susan I barely had time to think before Elliot’s lips crashed into mine.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t patient.It was raw.Like a man who had been starving for too long. Like someone at their breaking point.I gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t let me pull away. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in as if to remind me exactly who I belonged to.I had pushed him away for weeks.Tonight, he wasn’t letting me run.His lips traveled down my jaw, hot and demanding, his breath ragged against my skin. My knees threatened to buckle when his teeth scraped the sensitive spot just beneath my ear."Tell me you missed me," he growled.I shuddered, clutching his shoulders. "Elliot..."His grip tightened. "Say it."I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. "I missed you."A low curse left his lips before he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my body molded against his as he kicked the door shut behind us.I barely had time to process
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Missing Her
Elliot I woke up alone again.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I ran a hand through my hair, irritation already simmering beneath my skin. This had become a pattern...Susan leaving at dawn before I even got the chance to hold her, to talk to her, to feel like we were still us.I sat up and reached for my phone.No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.With a sigh, I tossed the device onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling.She had promised this wouldn't happen. That her new position at the foundation wouldn’t consume her, that she wouldn’t lose herself in proving a point to my mother.Yet, here I was. Alone. Again.My patience was wearing thin.I climbed out of bed, threw on some sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen, where I found Gerald waiting for me. He was standing by the counter, sipping coffee, his expression unreadable."You look like hell," he noted dryly."Good morning to you too, Gerald," I muttered, grabbing a mug and pouring myself
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Too Busy
ElliotThe first time Susan missed dinner, I let it slide.She texted me last minute, saying she was caught up at work, something about an urgent report she needed to finalize before the morning. I replied with a simple Okay, don’t stay too late.But then it happened again. And again.At first, I told myself she was just adjusting to the new job. She wanted to prove herself, show that she was more than just the CEO’s girlfriend playing charity director. And I admired that about her.But admiration turned into irritation real quick.By the fourth night in a row of her coming home past eleven, barely speaking two words before collapsing in bed, I was done being understanding.Tonight, I didn’t bother preparing dinner. What was the point? I sat in the dimly lit living room, glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the front door like a damn abandoned husband waiting for his wife to return from war.The sound of the key turning in the lock made my jaw clench. The door creaked open, and the
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Falling In Love All Over Again
Susan I took a deep breath as I stepped into the headquarters of the Prescott Foundation. The towering glass doors reflected the morning sun, casting a golden glow over the entrance. This was my new beginning, but not in the way Mrs. Prescott had envisioned.The receptionist, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, looked up at me and stiffened slightly. "Good morning, Ms. Hart," she said, her voice polite but laced with curiosity.It was clear...everyone here knew who I was. Not as Susan Hart, the new employee. But as her. The woman Elliot Prescott was involved with. The one who had seemingly walked into this job with privilege wrapped around her like a designer coat.I straightened my shoulders, let them think what they wanted. I would prove them wrong."I'm here for my first day," I said with a calm smile.Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, but she nodded and picked up her phone. "Mr. Castillo will be with you shortly."I knew of Mr. Castillo..
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Are We Okay?
Susan The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Meera’s apartment. I blinked awake, the events of last night crashing down like a tidal wave. My head throbbed, not from the wine but from the weight of my choices.I had betrayed Elliot’s trust.And worse...I had done it knowing exactly how much it would hurt him.I turned on my side, expecting Meera to still be asleep, but she was already sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.“Morning, traitor.” She didn’t even look up as she spoke, but the sarcasm was thick in her tone.I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. “I don’t need the judgment this early.”“Well, too bad,” she snapped, tossing her phone onto the bed. “Elliot called me twice.”That got my attention. I shot up, my heart beating rapidly. “What?”“And texted,” she added, handing me her phone.I hesitated before reading.Elliot Prescott: Where is she?Elliot Prescott: She’s not at the penthouse. If she’s with you, tell
Falling For My Billionaire Ex A New Chapter
Susan I walked out of Elliot’s office without looking back.I could still hear his voice...sharp, cutting, and desperate...“Don’t do this, Susan.” But I had to.Because in the end, love wasn’t enough.Not when his mother still saw me as an outsider. Not when the world still whispered about how I wasn’t good enough for Elliot Prescott. Not when, no matter how much I tried to prove myself, I still felt like I was fighting a battle I was destined to lose.And if signing my name on a damn contract was the price for being accepted into his family, for securing a future where his mother wouldn’t look at me like I was nothing, then so be it.I ignored the sting in my chest and walked down the halls of Prescott Enterprises with quiet determination. My heels clicked against the marble floors, my heart pounding with every step toward the woman who had made me feel small for so long.Mrs. Prescott was waiting for me.She sat behind a grand mahogany desk, poised and elegant, a picture of unshaka
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Another Deal
Susan The message stared back at me like a challenge. Eleanor Prescott requests your presence for lunch. One o’clock. Prescott Tower, 45th floor. I didn’t need to think twice. This wasn’t an invitation...it was a summons. Elliot’s mother had spent years pretending I didn’t exist, treating me like a temporary inconvenience that would eventually disappear. But now, after everything that had happened...the scandal, Elliot’s return, the press conference that rocked the business world...she was suddenly willing to sit down with me? I stepped out of the cab and took a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance of Prescott Tower. The lobby was pristine, with marble floors and golden accents, exuding the kind of wealth that was meant to intimidate people like me. But I wouldn’t be intimidated. The elevator ride to the 45th floor felt both too long and too short. When the doors slid open, I was met with an airy, sunlit dining area. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city
