Married to My Best friend's Billionaire Ex

Chapter 1“Ughhh…” His hands are on my chest, squeezing hard. We were kissing like we were trying to steal each other’s breath. I hold the back of his neck as he tilts my face and deepens the kiss, tasting me like he owns me.He pauses, staring right into my eyes. Then he grabs my legs, and slowly opens them as I sit on the table. My legs are shaking, partly from anticipation. He kneels in front of me, his hands holding my thighs apart and I lean back with my elbows supporting me.Then he started eating me.Every moment, every sound, every wet noise — everything echoes in the room and in my head.“Oh my g*d…. f*ck...” I moaned, tugging his hair. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered. “A handsome stranger doing this to me… yes, don’t stop.” He didn’t. He eats me like he is starving or like I am his favorite ice cream.“Fcking sht…” I gasped, out of control. He stands up. He is about to put himself inside me—A loud ringing cut everything.Not from the room. From my phone.

Chapter 3 The world stops, my mouth hangs open. “Wh–what? No. That’s impossible.” “You will marry their eldest son,” he says. “You will marry Hayden.” The room spins, my vision blurs, my mind empties. Marry Hayden? A Pierro? The man I met tonight? I don’t like marriage, I never wanted it, not even in my dreams…. And definitely not with a Pierro.My father scans at me coldly. “This is the only way to save our family.” I want to scream. I look at all of them, and I realize something. My suffering is their solution. This isn’t just a nightmare.The following day, I stayed inside my room. They didn’t have to remind me I was grounded, I didn’t even want to leave anymore. I just lay, staring at the tray ceiling like everything in my life was falling one by one.Despite all the luxuries, my only dream was simple — freedom. To run away, but now…. that dream felt more impossible than ever. My father warned me last night. He said everything would be “arranged”, and until both families agreed

Chapter 5After an hour, I survived my first meal with the Pierro family. I honestly don’t know how long I can keep this up. Every glance was sharp, and I kept thinking I was doing something wrong. Now I’m back inside our room—Hayden’s old room. They decorated everything for us. Hayden mentioned his childhood bestfriend came from Europe is arriving today, someone he treats like brother, and he wants me to meet him later. I sit on the edge of the bed to rest, but my phone vibrates, A message from Nairovi.You dirty little shit, I thought you were my bestfriend. But you stole him from me!I will ruin your life and make sure you suffer more than I do!F*ck you! You’re a stealer! You know how much I loved him, Katlyn! You’ll pay for this, I swear you will!Her words cut deeper than a knife. I replied trying to explain the situation—that it wasn’t my intention, that I had no choice, that my mom is sick, and everything happened too fast. But she didn’t believe me. A knock interrupts my cr

Chapter 7We were already inside the hospital room when I rushed toward the bed, my chest tightening at the sight of Nairovi.“Nai…” I whispered, moving closer. For a moment, her eyes lifted to mine, dazed for a moment, then she suddenly froze — like seeing me hurt her all over again. I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her, but she shoved me away with surprising force.. She pushed me off like my touch stung.Before I could say anything, the door opened behind me.Hayden stepped inside with slow, controlled strides. His hands were tucked into his pockets, shoulders broad, face unreadable. The second Nairovi saw him, everything in her expression changed. A spark lit up her eyes — hope, longing, disbelief all crashing together like she’d been waiting for him and only him. She immediately pushed herself up from the bed, the white blanket pooling on her lap as she straightened her posture. “Hayden!” she blurted out, practically glowing. “I knew you couldn’t

Chapter 8Hayden’s POVI ran across the hospital’s parking lot, my heartbeat thundering harder than my footsteps. I spun around, searching for any trace of her. Then I saw it. Katlyn’s phone lay on the pavement, the screen still lit, our call still active. My lungs felt tight..She didn’t drop her phone. Someone forced it out her hand.My pulse spiked as I dialed the only person who could move fast enough.“Hey, bro!” Zax answered.“I need your help. Katlyn is missing.” My voice was rough, strained.“What?!” His tone shot up immediately. “W-what happened to her? What did you do?”“I don’t know,” I said, scanning the empty parking lot. “We’re wasting time. I need to find her. I need to find my wife.”“I’m coming Hayden. Send me the location.” His voice held steady, all seriousness.I ended the call and sent him the location, squeezing my fist until my knuckles cracked. The cold air bit, but the pressure in my chest is worse. I cursed under my breath. If I hadn’t let her walk away, if