All Chapters of Ditch the Ex and Date The Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 71:.The audience applauds, tittering nervously. Archibald leans over to Isabella, whispering: “These awards aren’t a big deal. Why are we still here?.” Isabella hits him lightly. “Getting one is pretty much the highest honor you can receive here. Plus, everyone who wins goes on a trip,” She whispers back. “Apparently it’s a lot of fun.”“I think you’ll win,” He says matter-of-factly.Isabella laughs. “No, I don’t think I’ve worked here long enough. Usually it’s people who have been around for a long time.”Dara dramatically shushes them from across the table.“As many of you already know, everyone who’s honored tonight will be awarded with an all-expenses-paid trip next month. This year, we’ll be spending four days at a resort on an Island.” The crowd oohs and aahs, and Hector smiles. “After last year’s experience on the mountaintop, we decided to go with something a little more traditional this year.”“Apparently people with a fear of

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 73: Flaws .“Don’t you think I deserve some compensation for all the hard work I’ve been putting into this relationship?”“Well you do put in much hard work for a fake relationship.” Isabella says admitting it. Archibald pushes a finger to Isabella’s lips, shushing her. Her eyes go wide. “You can’t say that here,” He says, scolding.“But we need to talk about this,” Isabella hisses. “Nobody we know is even going on the trip. Does it mean that we will or we won’t keep up the charade, then?”“You heard what Riven said earlier. Since the blogs outed us then Everyone at the company has to buy it—otherwise my dad will find out. And now that my mother is back, she’s obviously keep tabs on me too. So, yes, it would be weird if I’m supposedly your boyfriend and I don’t come with you. I mean, unless you want to tell everyone we broke up.”The thought of doing that sends a weird and unpleasant pang right through the center of Isabella’s chest tha

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 75: Flight .“You better hurry up. You’re going to be late,” Dara calls from the bathroom, voice garbled as she brushes her teeth. Isabella glances up from where she’s wrestling with her tiny carry-on suitcase on the bed, her body flung halfway on top of it, trying to squish it down enough that she’ll be able to zip it closed. “Who are you to lecture me about being late? You’ve never been on time for anything in your life.”“I think I was on time for a doctor’s appointment once,” She says. Dara hears her spit her toothpaste into the sink. “Seriously, though, I’m just trying to help. Didn’t you say you needed to leave by 10:30?”Isabella grabs her phone, tapping the screen. It’s 10:35. Shit.“It’s later than I thought,” She says, zipping up her suitcase with a final grunt and hauling it off the bed. It hits the ground with a loud thud. “You’re right, I gotta go.”“Do you have everything you need?”“I think so.” Isabella wheels her suitca

Ditch the Ex, Date the Billionaire . Chapter 77: . Oh,” Isabella says. “Hi.” “Hi. How was the drive?” Archibald asks, releasing her. She gets a good look at him now that they’re up close. He has a little bit of a glow about him, like he’s been spending some time in the sun this summer. “It was fine. Traffic was bad, so I was worried about being late. I’m gonna check in. You already did?” Archibald nods. “Shouldn’t take long.” She turns around to look at the check-in counter and is relieved to see there’s hardly a line. “Okay, wait here? I’ll be right back.” After waiting in the short queue, the process of checking in is ultimately quick and easy, and once she shows her passport and gets her boarding pass, she heads back over to where Archibald is sitting. He doesn’t have a suitcase with him—only a large black backpack. “That’s all you brought?” She asks. “How’d you fit all your clothes in there?” He slings the backpack over his shoulder easily, trailing behind her as t

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire .Chapter 79: .“I think we just need to accept that this is naturally going to be a little awkward,” Isabella says with a nervous laugh. “I mean, all of it. Sharing a room, sharing a bed, pretending that we’re together for the next four days. It’s a much bigger commitment than what we did at the bar, or at the party. It’s normal for it to be weird. What we’re doing is weird.”“I guess so. And I can see how the fucking swans could make it feel, um, weirder.”“Is that a sentence you ever anticipated you would speak during the course of your lifetime?” She asks as she walks back towards the door to grab her suitcase.“I’m afraid not.”“Don’t worry about me,” She tells him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I just want you to have a good time. You deserve to, after how much you’ve helped me. And considering we have endless amounts of free alcohol at our disposal and don’t even have to leave our room to go to the pool, having a good time should be