From Heartbreak to Payback: The Billionaire's Ex

BAILEE I held my breath as the housekeeper pushed open the hotel room door. The woman gave me a pitying look as I slipped her the cash I had promised in exchange for her help getting into my husband’s luxury suite. Caleb had been so rushed for his ‘urgent business meeting’ that he had forgot

BAILEE “You must be out of your mind!” Helen yelled, but I didn’t spare her a glance. This wasn’t between her and me…even though she wanted it to be. She thought the world revolved around her, the perfect senator’s wife. She loved putting on her over-priced, costume-looking jewelry and acting lik

ALEXANDER My assistant trailed behind me as I stormed into my office, pulling off my suit jacket and rolling up my shirt sleeves. “Sir, we couldn’t have seen this coming.” My assistant, Nathan, said. “I did.” I spat through clenched teeth as I moved to the glass wall of my office that looked out over the city. “Sir?” I knew something like this would happen eventually. Caleb Johnson had been doing everything within his power to compete against my company. He had been planting moles amongst my employees, releasing fabricated stories to the tabloids, and had even hired a private investigator to trail me. He had been quiet for the past few months, and I had hoped he was going away, but I should have known better. Pests never left on their own. Now, he was poaching my clients. I knew for a fact that Justin was already stressing about his upcoming contract with the Rangers. Yet, he was about to pay us millions to break his contract to join a newer competitor, one who wouldn’t

“No comment!” The lawyer shouted over them, but the reporters didn’t slow. “Damn. I take it back. She’s off the list. I like to pick the eager-to-please when I flash money kind of woman, not the greedy, poison my food if I don’t give her what she wants, kind,” Mason stood, looking around the room.

BAILEEI turned back to Nicole at the bar as she watched with a smirk. I needed to get out of here. “Ben. Where is Ben? I need to talk to my brother. He’s not home and not answering his phone.” My brother, Benjamin Evans, the starting center for the Rangers, owned this bar, along with several others around the city. With this one being his first, it was his baby. If I ever needed to find him, this was the place to go. “He’s at an away game,” Nicole said, and my chest sank in as all the air left my lungs. Of course, he was. “When will he be back?” I asked, placing my hands on the bar as I leaned in, feeling panicked and desperate. Brinley was at a sleepover, and I had wanted to use the time alone to figure out where we would go from here. I had hoped we could stay with my brother for a few weeks until I could figure something out, but I also hadn’t talked to my brother in a long time. Every time we spoke, he would always mention Alex at some point, and our conversation would di