EX-HUSBAND AND THE BILLIONAIRE, PLEASE STOP CLINGING TO ME

It took a full ten years for Danielle to truly understand the human heart, a lesson far too costly. The moment she dragged her suitcase out of her husband’s house, a crowd of neighbors had already gathered outside, eager to watch. Some immediately mocked her, while others showed pity. Once compared to a noble phoenix, she was now nothing more than a swallow that had lost its direction. People’s tongues were always sharp, always eager to see those who once stood high fall to the ground. Everyone was curious to see how a noble lady would look when reduced to such disgrace. And indeed… this was exactly how she looked, pitiful and miserable. Looking up at the sky now thick with dark clouds, the sudden downpour blurred the tears on Danielle’s face. Good. At least no one would notice that she was crying. … The bustling city at night felt cold and indifferent. Crowds passed by her drenched, fragile figure without a second glance. Danielle hesitated for a long time before finally gathering

Danielle’s family frequently borrowed money from a billionaire whose very name struck fear into anyone who heard it, Lord Lionel Rick. The Rick family had two sons, Lionel Rick and Carole Rick, born to the same father but different mothers. Mr. Rick favored the younger son of his second wife far more than the eldest son of his first wife. However, Carole had no interest in business, only in art, working as a freelance painter, so Lionel Rick was temporarily given control of the inheritance. His personality was heavily affected by his mother’s death and his father’s biased treatment. The burden of the family weighed heavily on Lionel Rick’s shoulders. Since childhood, he had been cold and reserved, with no relatives close to him, and even fewer friends, like a lone lion lost within his own pride, forced to hunt alone and learn to grow. Because of that, he only cared about profit and had no humanity. He made his father unable to underestimate or abandon him. Not only that, over the year

“Please, sir… have mercy on me! Let me follow you!”The moment Danielle realized she had fallen into the hands of a billionaire, her fate had already been decided.What he needed from her now was willingness, but it had to come from her own mouth.Danielle took the initiative to move closer, softly pressing a kiss against the back of the billionaire’s hand, and his expression immediately shifted.She understood her current situation better than anyone else. A woman abandoned by her husband no longer had faith in men, yet she still could not refuse another man. Because at this moment, he was the most useful lifeline she had.His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze deep and unreadable. Danielle was genuinely curious about what that clever, scheming mind was thinking.Suddenly, he coldly shoved her away and used a handkerchief to wipe the back of his hand clean as if Danielle’s saliva were filthy and poisonous. Fair enough, she had not brushed her teeth for three days.The assistant beside h

She was just a whore?A whore who didn’t deserve to wear his mother’s clothes again...The words a man spat out in anger were always the truest ones. He reminded her of her unfaithful ex-husband. Whenever he lost his mind, he would call her trash, dead wood, boring, useless.Seeing Danielle’s eyes redden with tears, the billionaire hurriedly let go of her. He turned away and kicked over the flower pot nearby, then drove off all the servants who had been secretly watching the drama unfold. Every one of them sneaked a glance at Danielle before whispering among themselves. Naturally, whatever respect they once had for her was gone. They had started looking down on her.After calming down, the billionaire only said coldly, “I’m not eating anymore. Go back to your room. Just looking at you makes me sick. From now on, unless I allow it, don’t appear in front of me.”His gaze was sharp as frost, colder than winter itself. The billionaire made people dream, only to stomp them straight into th

Back in her bedroom, Danielle immediately noticed signs that someone had gone through her things. Every single day, someone secretly messed with her belongings behind her back. Once or twice, she could let it slide, but after so many times, she couldn’t forgive it anymore.Danielle checked the hidden camera in the room and discovered that Shaka had repeatedly stolen her things and cut up her clothes. It was hard to understand. What exactly made that woman resent and hate her so much? Weren’t women already suffering enough in this society? Why keep hurting each other like this?Thankfully, Danielle had prepared for this. She always kept a suitcase of spare clothes hidden under the bed. If she showed up in front of the billionaire looking filthy and disheveled, he’d probably throw her right back onto the human trafficking ship.Danielle thought for a moment before deciding to sit down and do her makeup, applying lipstick and mascara to make herself look fresh and lively. She had to make