Trapped as the CEO'S ex-wife
Trapped in a marriage that promised security but delivered only pain, Isabella Rossi has spent ten years surviving under the cruel dominance of her husband, Felix. Bruised, betrayed, and broken, she has known no love, no comfort — only duty and silence.
Her world shatters the day she learns the truth: her ten-year contract is finally over, and Felix was never meant to be her husband at all. Ten years stolen. A life built on lies.
After trying everything to make Felix let her go, Isabella fails miserably. Just when she’s ready to give up, he makes her an offer — stay with him for three more months, and he’ll release her, with job opportunities and a chance to start over.
It should have been simple. Three months of pretending. Three months to freedom.
But nothing goes as planned.
Somewhere between shared glances, late-night conversations, and the man she swore she hated showing a side she never thought existed, Isabella finds herself torn between anger and affection.
And just as her heart begins to soften, her rightful husband returns to claim what was taken from him.
Will Isabella reclaim the life that was meant for her, follow the path of truth and destiny, or surrender to the dangerous pull of the one man she was never supposed to love?
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Chapter: Living forward: Truly fineISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW The next evening came quietly. Daisy was sitting on the living room carpet again, this time with her dolls arranged in a funny little circle like she was holding a board meeting for toys. I was in the kitchen cutting apples for her when there was a knock at the door. My heart paused. I already knew who it was before my feet even started moving. I opened the door slowly. Felix stood there. He looked calmer. Not angry. Not intense like the old days. Just tired but peaceful in a strange way. His hair was slightly longer. His suit was casual today, not his usual bold CEO armor. He looked like a human being and not a hurricane. “Hi,” he said quietly. “Hey,” I answered. There was no drama. No shouting. No accusations. Three years had squeezed a lot of the fire out of both of us. He stepped in and Daisy looked up from her dolls. Her tiny face froze when she saw him. She didn’t know who he was yet. She stared at him like her mind was trying to piece someth
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: The choices I madeISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW It has been three years.Three long years since the chaos. Since the screaming. Since the contracts. Since the fights. Since the running. Since my life almost drowned me.I live quietly now.My daughter is three years old. Her name is Daisy. And she is the softest thing God ever placed inside my universe.She has my nose and Felix’s eyes.Those same intense brown eyes that always made me feel like he was searching every corner of my soul.But Felix is barely in the picture.He kept his promise at first. We did joint parenting for the first six months. Messages. Short calls. Monthly visits.But then everything blew up around his company.A huge scandal.Fraud accusations.Investors betrayed him.Some of his board members almost tried to push him out.And then it was Julian’s turn.Julian’s reputation took a massive hit too. Something about harassment claims and public fights. It was all over the blogs and business tabloids. I never reached out. He never reache
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Keeping us safeISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW I was sitting by the small round table near the window in my hotel room when the knock came. I had been drinking warm tea, trying to calm my nerves, watching the Los Angeles sun slowly rise between buildings. It was too early for housekeeping. My heart jumped. For a second everything inside me froze. I slowly stood up and moved closer to the door.Three knocks again. Firm. Familiar.No. It could not be.But something deep inside me already knew.I opened the door halfway and my lungs caved in.Felix stood there.And behind him Julian.And Morgan.All three.All in front of me.Like fate had no shame.Felix’s eyes met mine first. He looked tired. He looked like he had not slept in days. His hair was messy. His jaw was tense. Those eyes that once held my entire world inside them just stared at me like I was both a memory and a wound.Julian’s arms were crossed. He looked irritated and angry but also guilty.Morgan looked uncomfortable, yet stubborn, like she wa
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Something that didn't hurt✧ Isabella’s POV ✧The air felt heavier that morning. Maybe because I knew what I was about to do wasn’t just an escape, it was a complete erasure of everything I’d built. Everything that once made sense. The car pulled over near the airport, the driver glancing at me through the rearview mirror as if silently asking if I was sure. I didn’t reply. My fingers were trembling, holding tightly onto my small handbag—the only thing that still held traces of my old life.I took a deep breath and stepped out. The wind was cold, biting softly against my skin. The noise around the terminal was a strange kind of comfort—people saying goodbye, others reuniting. I wasn’t either of those. I was just... disappearing.Not here. Not New York.I was going to Los Angeles.A city where no one knew me. Where Felix couldn’t find me. Where I wouldn’t have to wake up in fear of what love might turn into next.As the plane took off, I pressed my forehead against the window, watching the clouds blur beneath us
Last Updated: 2025-10-31
Chapter: To protect her FELIX'S POINT OF VIEW The call came in just after dawn. One of my men’s voices crackled through the line, tense and uncertain.“Sir, we found her signal. She’s… somewhere near the edge of Maple Creek.”For a second, I just sat there in silence, staring at the city skyline through my window. My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles went white. Maple Creek. That was almost two hours away. She’d been that close this whole time.“Keep her location active,” I said quietly. “Don’t let anyone lose her again.”My throat was dry, my pulse erratic. It had been weeks—long, restless weeks filled with dead ends, sleepless nights, and too many what-ifs. I had people combing through towns, checking bus stations, watching hospitals. Nothing. It was as if Isabella had vanished off the face of the earth.And now, finally, she wasn’t just a memory I couldn’t reach. She was real again.I got up, grabbed my keys, and left before anyone could ask questions.Halfway through the drive, my pho
Last Updated: 2025-10-31
Chapter: A nobody ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I sat on the edge of the bed, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring at the floor like it had all the answers. My body felt heavy, but my heart felt heavier.Everything that had happened the past few days played in my head over and over—Morgan’s shouting, Julian’s desperate confession, Stephan’s anger. Their words clung to me like thorns. And now, here I was.Alone.I realized something I didn’t want to admit out loud. Without any of them—without Felix, without Morgan, even without Julian’s confusing affection—I was a nobody.A nobody.No one wanted me. Not really. I was just a project to save or a toy to keep.My throat tightened as I whispered, “Nobody wants me.”The room felt smaller, the air thicker. I pressed a hand over my stomach, feeling the faint flutter beneath my skin. “Except you,” I murmured softly. “You’re all I have now.”Outside, I could hear v
Last Updated: 2025-10-30
Chapter: Billionairess By Survival SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Two years later. I woke up to the soft patter of tiny feet running across the hallway, followed by a high-pitched giggle that never failed to warm me from the inside out. Before I could even sit up, the door to our bedroom creaked open and a little girl tumbled inside. “Mummy! Mummy!” she squealed, her hair wild and curly, bouncing around her round cheeks. I smiled, my heart bursting as I held out my arms. “Come here, sweetheart.” She dashed to the bed with all the determination her small legs could muster, climbing up with the grace of a clumsy kitten before throwing herself into my embrace. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and inhaled the faint scent of baby powder. Her name was Aria Foster. My daughter. My miracle. Strong. Unique. Precious. She was only one year and nine months old, but she had already changed my entire world. S
Last Updated: 2025-09-17
Chapter: Nights in Bora Bora SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The week after the wedding was pure chaos—boxes stacked in every corner, Claire rolling her eyes dramatically as she helped me sort out clothes, Becca teasing me about how many dresses I wanted to bring along as if I was moving my entire wardrobe. Liam was calm though, annoyingly calm. While I panicked over swimsuits, sandals, and dresses, he simply folded three shirts, two shorts, and called it a day. “Babe,” he said, watching me dart around the room with hangers in both hands, “we’re going for two weeks, not relocating permanently.” I shot him a glare. “And what if we decide to stay longer? What if I want to look good for every sunrise and every dinner? What if—” “—what if you end up living in your swimsuit like I know you will?” He grinned, tugging me closer by the waist until I dropped all the clothes onto the bed. “You could wear the same thing for two week
Last Updated: 2025-09-17
Chapter: Butterflies and Belongings SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The sun had barely slipped through the curtains when I stirred awake, the faint warmth brushing over my face like a soft whisper. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was—Liam—fast asleep beside me, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His hair was a little messy, his arm loosely sprawled across me as if even in sleep, his body refused to let me go. I smiled. The kind of smile that blooms without permission, because the heart can’t help but overflow. I stayed there for a moment, watching him, marveling at how he looked so peaceful. So safe. So mine. I wanted to trace his jawline, kiss his eyelids awake, but he looked so tired from everything—the wedding, the constant business trips, and all the chaos he carried quietly on his shoulders. So instead, I carefully peeled myself away, placing a kiss on his hand before sliding out of bed. As I made my way downsta
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: In Her Arms LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The room had grown quiet. The kind of quiet that carries its own weight — not heavy, not empty, just… soft. Seirra’s head rested against my chest, her breaths slow and steady, her lashes fanning delicately against her cheeks. She had dozed off mid-sentence, somewhere between telling me about how her mum had insisted she learn to bake bread at twelve and teasing me for never having folded laundry properly in my life. Now, here she was, the woman who had stormed through every wall I built around myself, curled against me like I was the only place she wanted to be. And God, I loved her for it. I didn’t move. I didn’t even dare shift. I just stared at her — at the gentle way her lips parted when she sighed, at how her hair spilled over my arm, at the way her presence filled every corner of my world without even trying. If someone had told me months ago that this woman — Seirra Morgan —
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: Forever FostersSEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The weeks leading up to the wedding were a blur of lace, flowers, and whispered promises. I had spent countless afternoons slipping into gowns, staring at my reflection in long mirrors, trying to see the woman I was becoming. Not just someone’s bride, but a woman who chose peace over chaos, love over noise, and Liam over every shadow of my past. And then the day came. It wasn’t a spectacle. It wasn’t grand or flashy. It was everything I wanted: small, private, and drenched in love. Claire fussed over me as she zipped me into the gown. The silk hugged my figure like it was made for me, and when I glanced in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. My eyes glowed, my lips curved into a smile that wasn’t forced for once—it was genuine, soft, like sunlight breaking through after a long storm. “You look… stunning,” Claire whispered, her eyes glistening. I
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
Chapter: Where it all beganSEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The day after Liam proposed still felt like a dream. Every time I caught sight of the ring glinting on my finger, my heart would race and a goofy smile would pull at my lips. I hadn’t even told Becca yet. She deserved to know first—after all, she had been the very reason my life had taken this turn. So, when the doorbell rang that morning and I opened it to see her standing there with her usual bright grin and a bag of croissants in her hand, my heart leapt. “Good morning, sunshine!” Becca chirped, walking in as though she owned the place. “Don’t tell me you haven’t eaten yet.” I laughed, closing the door behind her. “Not yet. But I’m glad you’re here.” We settled on the couch, the croissants between us, coffee steaming on the table. Becca’s eyes, always sharp and curious, scanned my face. “You look… different. Happier. Like something big happene
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
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