My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

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She had known what loneliness is right from when she was young. Growing up as an orphan, Sophia had no one, she struggled on her own to become who is and she was contented. However, her pain began when she fell in love with Lucas Sullivan, the multi-billionaire and the owner of Revved Automotive; one of the leading car companies in the whole of America. She was framed, thrown away and betrayed by the ones she trusted and love, but now she is back for revenge after three years. Would she forgive her husband who has realized his mistake and wants her back, or would she find someone new?

Chapter 1 Sophia.

SOPHIA'S POV.

I heaved a heavy sigh as I stood rooted outside in front of the tall building that contains a lot of stories.

People buzzed past me in numbers, but I paid no attention to them as my eyes were fixed on the huge sign above that reads 'REVVED AUTOMOTIVE' in bold letters.

I held back a shriek as I realized that I would be an employee of this illustrious company, also known as the best of the best, starting today.

Of course, this is more than luck for me, it's a blessing.

I c lapse my hand together and closed my eyes smiling brightly, "father above, I thank you for giving me this opportunity. I pray that nothing but good luck follows me around today. Amen." and I made the sign of the cross.

Yup, I am deeply religious. I grew up in a catholic orphanage, so it was no surprise that I turned out this way.

As a poor orphan who had no one, I decided to make Jesus my best friend, and so far that has turned out great for me.

With one last encouraging sigh, I marched towards the polished glass doors which serve as the entry to the building. I was more than ready to start the day.

I got the job through my determination , and I sure hope that determination is going to win me more good luck.

Stepping into the company floors was like stepping into a whole new world. A better word for it is heaven.

The reception area was extremely clean and uncluttered. I could even see a blurry image of my reflection on the marble floor. It was like walking on glass and for a moment, I considered being careful on my feet, by walking very slow and carefully, but that would only make me look foolish, so I banished the idea.

The big banner glued to the wall right above the receptionist counter quickly caught my eyes. It was a picture of Lucas Sullivan; the president of Revved Automotive. He looks extremely hot in a black leather jacket and his silk black hair styled like those high school bad boys we see in movies.

He was leaning against sleek black spot car to match his outfit of black leather jacket, skinny jeans and boots, all black. Below was written the company's motto 'Next Level Automotive Excellence'

I blushed involuntarily at the sight of the banner. I'll admit that I have had a big crush on Lucas Sullivan ever since I came across his photos on the internet, and he is one of the reasons I fought tooth and nails to get a job at Revved Automotive.

Just a glimpse of his face everyday was enough for me to have a good night sleep.

With some effort, I tore my face away from the banner and approached the receptionist counter. The blond haired lady behind the counter stared at me with curious eyes.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a professional tone.

A bit intimidated, I cleared my throat before answering, "My name is Sophia Johnson. I passed your online interview a few weeks ago and I was told to report for work today."

"Oh yes, Sophia Johnson!" she comprehended. "You're almost twenty minutes early." she pulled out a medium size piece of paper "This is a map of the company's layout. Just find the GAM department. That's your office."

"Thank you." I gratefully took the map and went on my way after casting one more longing glance at the banner of Lucas Sullivan.

I wonder if I'll get to see him today.

Following the directions of the map, I easily found the GAM department, which was located on the second floor of the building.

A tall dark skinned man welcomed me, and I came to realize that he is the manager of the department. He was super nice and he even commended me on my punctuality. I instantly knew that I had nothing to worry about.

I was giving the company's ID and also shown to my desk which was beside an Asian looking guy who had his hair dyed a bright blue and the girl in front of my desk was a red haired with nerd glasses and super nice, but the Asian dude was annoying and quite commanding.

For the past minutes, all he did was talk my head off and I honestly felt like snapping his neck. (Forgive me Jesus).

"Say, new girl," he began after a second of keeping his mouth shut, "Why don't you get us all some coffee. Since you are new, it officially makes you the youngest."

He grinned at me and I forced a smile, "sure." I stood up quickly, taking it as an opportunity not to see his annoying face again, even for a second. So far, he is the only bad news about my job and I think he is honestly not worth feeling bad about taking the job.

I got six coffees for the six people in my department including myself of course, and I headed back to the department only to bump into someone on my way there.

The force of the bumping caused the very hot coffee to pour on my hand a little, and I dropped them all at the pain with a slight 'ouch'.

I lifted up my head and for a moment, I completely lost my breath.

The person standing before me was none other than Lucas Sullivan. His intense grey eyes also stared straight at me. I had to force myself to say something, an apology at least, but I could barely even breath properly.

His grey gaze fell on my burnt hand and to my shock, he gently took them in his.

"I think the coffee was too hot. It gave you a bruise." He stared at me again, "do you have anything to put on it?"

I was speechless, staring at him stupefied and he was also staring at me, waiting for an answer. That was the moment I came back to my senses.

"I-I-I am fine. I-I-It doesn't even hurt." I quickly pulled my hand away from his hold, chuckling awkwardly at my nervous stupidity.

I could still feel the pressure of his hand on mine and it left butterflies in my stomach.

With a low sigh, he said "I am sorry. It is actually my fault for not paying attention to where I am going. Please try to get it treated so it won't get infected." He glance behind him at the receptionist and said, "Miss Santiago, can you please get someone to clean this up?"

"Right away sir," she replied and without missing a beat, pulled out her telephone.

Lucas turned to me and smiled politely, "sorry again." He gave me a formal nod and walked away.

My heart was still beating rapidly as I stared after him with heart eyes. I can't believe he is even more of an angel in person. Most boss do not even apologize or know the mane of a mere receptionist.

Oh Lucas Sullivan!

I just fell in love with him all over again.

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