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Ten years ago, Susan Hart made the hardest decision of her life: to let Elliot Prescott go. He was the love of her life, a charming, ambitious college heartthrob with a future that could have taken him anywhere...and it did. Elliot chose his family’s legacy over her, leaving her shattered and determined never to look back. The life she built since then? It’s been all about survival, grit, and self-reliance. But just when she thinks she's moved on, fate has a cruel sense of humor.

When Susan lands a high-stakes project for a prestigious client, the last person she expects to see at the contract signing is Elliot...the now-billionaire CEO of the company she’s working with. He’s just as devastatingly handsome as she remembers, just as powerful, and just as impossible to ignore. But it’s not just business. As they are forced to collaborate, sparks fly and old wounds resurface, leaving both of them questioning everything they once knew about love, loyalty, and each other.

Elliot Prescott, the man who once broke her heart, has never fully moved on. His family's expectations, his ambitions, and his fears of love pushed Susan away all those years ago. Now, seeing her again, he’s consumed by memories of what he lost. He might have built an empire, but without her, it feels hollow.

As they navigate their professional relationship, buried feelings bubble to the surface. Will Susan give him a second chance to make things right? Or will Elliot be left to wrestle with the consequences of a love he never truly understood until it was too late?

Falling For My Billionaire Ex  is a powerful, heart-wrenching journey of love lost, found, and tested. A story of exes forced to confront their past and redefine their future. It’s a story about second chances, regrets, lust and the impossible choices that shape our destiny.


Elliot and Susan’s story is about the roads we take, the ones we leave behind, and what it means to risk it all for love. Because sometimes, the past isn’t just something we run from...it’s the only way forward.

So, turn the page and dive into their world. Let their journey captivate you, break your heart, and piece it back together again. Because some loves are too powerful to stay buried.

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Falling For My Billionaire Ex

Falling For My Billionaire Ex

By the time I got home, the night's events were still replaying in my head. Meera's laughter, Elliot's smirk, the way my heart had betrayed me by skipping a beat when our fingers brushed...all of it swirled around like an annoying little storm I couldn't escape.

I placed the notepad on the kitchen counter and stared at it like it was to blame for everything. If I'd just remembered to grab it from the conference room, none of this would've happened.

But it did happen. And now I was back in the tangled mess that was Elliot Prescott.

"You're over him," I muttered to myself, opening the fridge in search of a distraction. "It's been ten years. You're a grown woman. You don't care anymore."

I pulled out a bottle of water and shut the fridge door with more force than necessary. Unfortunately, my little pep talk wasn't doing much to calm the flutter in my chest.

I grabbed my phone and flopped onto the couch, scrolling mindlessly through social media. Anything to stop thinking about the man who had once been my entire world.

The quiet hum of my car was the only sound as I drove through the city, Susan's face lingering in my mind.

She hadn't changed much. Still stunning. Still sharp. Still capable of turning my carefully constructed world on its head with just a glance.

And yet, there was something different about her. A guardedness that hadn't been there before. The Susan I knew back then had been open, warm, her emotions spilling out like sunlight. This Susan was a fortress.

I parked outside my building and leaned back in the seat, staring out at the city lights. I told myself I'd gone to the bar to return her notepad. That was it. Simple, professional, no ulterior motives.

But I couldn't deny the way my chest had tightened when I saw her laugh, the sound stirring something I thought I'd buried years ago.

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. This wasn't the time to get sentimental.

Susan Hart was back in my life, whether I liked it or not. And I had a feeling she wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"Come on, Elliot! We're going to miss it!"

Susan's voice was breathless with excitement as she tugged on my arm, her laughter ringing out as we sprinted toward the campus theater.

"I don't even like musicals," I grumbled, though the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me.

She stopped abruptly, turning to face me with her hands on her hips. "You're such a liar, Prescott. You loved Les Misérables. I saw you tearing up during 'I Dreamed a Dream.'"

"I wasn't tearing up," I said defensively. "There was something in my eye."

"Sure there was," she said, rolling her eyes before grabbing my hand again. "Now hurry up! I don't want to miss the opening number."

We made it just in time, slipping into our seats as the lights dimmed. Susan was practically vibrating with excitement, her eyes glued to the stage.

I, on the other hand, found myself more captivated by her. The way her face lit up at the music, the way she leaned forward in her seat, completely engrossed...it was impossible not to be drawn to her.

By the time the final curtain fell, I was convinced she could make me enjoy anything, even musicals.

"So?" she asked as we walked back to her dorm, her arm linked with mine. "What did you think?"

"It was...okay," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

She stopped walking and gave me a look. "Just okay?"

I chuckled, pulling her closer. "It was great, Susan. Really."

Her smile was radiant, and in that moment, I knew I'd do anything to see her happy.

I closed my eyes, letting the memory wash over me. It had been one of our best nights together, back when everything had felt easy and perfect.

I opened my eyes and stared at the notepad on the counter. Maybe Meera was right. Maybe I was a ticking time bomb.

And Elliot Prescott was the spark that could set me off.