All Chapters of Ascension of Billionaire's Ex-wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Franco frowned. “One hundred billion? Celine, that’s a lot of money! It’s too much.” “Ms.Winston! Be careful with your words. You are talking to the CEO of CLN, the Rising company,”I boasted. His voice, usually smooth and charming, wavered with a hint of uncertainty. My lips curled into a triumphant smile. I had him. “I’m just telling the truth, Ms.Winston. 100 billions is too much,”Franco insisted. “My company is not a cheap operation,” I said, leaning forward, my eyes piercing his. “We are earning over 500 billion dollars every week. You can’t underestimate CLN. We’ve come a long way since you left me, Mr.Jackson. We’ve built something extraordinary, something that you clearly want to be a part of.” He hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the throng of guests celebrating our success. “I’m just saying… it’s a significant investment,” he mumbled, his confidence faltering. “It will be a significant return on your investment,” I countered, leaning back in my ch

FRANCO'S POV“I’m sorry, “I’m sorry for everything,” I apologized.This time, I need to convince her to accept my investment in her company but she suddenly hung up the phone. I told myself I will never give up. I tried to call her again but I can’t reach her number anymore. I took a deep breath while thinking what should I do to connect with Celine again and convince her to accept my proposal to invest in her company.A few seconds, I think of calling Harvey because he knew the detailed address of Celine. I need his help despite the fact that he like Celine very much and he wants to pursue her, I need to be neutral. It’s not about me and Celine’s past but it’s all about business partnership with her who is the CEO of CLN company. I know Harvey won’t be happy about this, but this is the only chance I have.“Hey, Harvey, it’s Franco.” I said to him.“Hey, man, what’s up?” he replied.“I need your help. I need to see Celine.” I said, my voice filled with desperation.“I thought you alre

Connor and I went to the park with Martha at the back of us, the crisp autumn air filling our lungs as we walked. The leaves were turning, a fiery tapestry of reds and oranges, mirroring the emotions swirling within me. I saw the sadness in his eyes, the longing that mirrored the gnawing emptiness in my own soul. He was yearning for Franco, the man who used to be his friend. Little did he know that Franco is his father.The sun beat down on our backs, the warmth a stark contrast to the chill settling in my bones. His laughter, usually a symphony of pure joy, was muted today, a mere wisp of sound escaping his lips.As I watched him, the familiar ache in my chest intensified. I knew what was lurking behind his wide eyes, the unspoken longing for Franco. “Mommy, can we go to the swings?” Connor's voice, a whisper, broke the silence. His hand tugged at mine, his innocent plea pulling me back from the abyss of my thoughts. “Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, forcing a smile.The swings

I feel so guilty at what i heard from him.I dont know what to do now. Am I selfish to deprive him from Franco? “Connor, baby, Franco is not your friend. He’s a dangerous man. Please, don’t go near him again,” I pleaded with my son. He was about to leave our room when I called him back. I hugged him tightly and whispered.“Remember that I love you and that I’m doing this for your own good.”“No, mommy. Uncle Franco is a good man!,” he sobbed, his tiny body shaking in my arms.I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to explain, “I know that you think Franco is a nice man, but he isn’t. He’s not who you think he is.” I felt him struggling against me, his small hands pulling at mine. I pulled him closer.“Please, Connor,” I begged, “listen to me.” He shook his head back and forth, his dark curls bouncing in the dim light. “This is for your safety.”Connor suddenly burst into tears. I felt my heart breaking as I held him closer to me. I let him cry, my own tears mixing in with his.“You don

“It happened,” I said, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.“Connor was asking about Franco, and I... I just couldn't bear to keep him away anymore. He hates me, Irene. He thinks I'm keeping his friend away.”“You're keeping his father away,” Irene corrected me, her voice tight. “You can't just let him see Connor. It's too risky.”“I know,” I said, my voice cracking. “I know what happened between Franco and me. I know what he did. But Connor doesn't. He doesn't know that Franco is his father. He just sees him as a friend.”“But he could find out,” Irene insisted.“And then what? What will you do? Are you going to tell him about Franco's betrayal? About how he abandoned you for another woman when you were pregnant with his child?”“I don't know,” I admitted, feeling lost. “I really don't know.”“Celine,” Irene said, her voice softening.“Franco doesn't deserve to be a father to your son. He doesn't deserve to be in Connor's life. He betrayed you, and he hurt you deeply. You don't owe