The Billionaire's Regrets: His ex wife wants revenge

"Your husband's numbers are all unreachable. Why is that?" The man's dark gaze fell on her as he asked, hand tightening around his cell phone.Ariella could only watch in silence. She was on a chair, hands and legs tied to the back, and her mouth sealed with tape. Her blonde hair, mixed with sweat, was scattered over her face, eyes pleading for mercy as the man forcefully removed the tape from her mouth. It stung, and she whimpered lowly, her voice almost sore from the previous yelling. Just this morning when she woke up, her body didn't feel well, so she opted for the hospital alone since her husband wasn't around. But upon heading back home, she was suddenly stopped by these dangerous-looking people in a van, and that was how she found herself with men fully armed on the first floor of an uncompleted building."Mrs. Taylor, it seems like you want this done the hard way. The fun wouldn't be complete without your husband. He owes me something important." The hardened voice came agai

"I made that happen," Arietta smirked. "It was only unfortunate that you were unconscious when I called back and Scott didn't hesitate to reform you into what I wanted for the scandal. Now, nobody will look at you the same way ever again. Not my parents or even my Seb." She added quite lowly for Sebastian not to hear."What if he had sexually harassed me in my vulnerable state?" Ariella's lips quivered as she asked."I don't care. Even if he used you over and over again, it would be all my pleasure.""Almost everyone in the country believes I am you. Imagine how disgusting you'll look in their sight after that stunt you played." Another thing Ariella had to do for her parents to accept her. Act and take up the life that her sister had lived. Her existence was unknown to people. But ever since her sister's return, Ariella mostly lived quietly in the Taylors' mansion to keep her identity hidden.According to her mother, the Williams family's reputation could be stained when the story b

Damian Moore, an influential business tycoon in America, was Ariella's childhood friend in the slums until life changed for him. Almost similar to Ariella's situation, his family lost him to the ocean at his three-year birthday party on a yacht, but a fisherman found him and raised him until his family found him later at the age of 20. Since then, Ariella had lost contact with him but fate brought him back again days ago in the hospital. When he had called her for the first time in twelve years and after she narrated a little of her misfortune to him, he offered to help her. Unlike Ariella, he was the only son and the heir apparent to the Moores' empire. It was even to his connection that she hired a divorce attorney and as her fingers danced around the paper in front of her, she couldn't help but let out a low and quiet sigh.The weight was finally lifted off her shoulders. Only one thing remained before she would be completely free from her family's and husband's grip - Sebastian'

The shocked faces of the people weren't hidden, and as she climbed down the stage and the event proceeded towards its end, she could still feel the gazes of the people on her. And, that was when she saw him. Standing just a short distance across the hall was Sebastian Taylor, her ex-husband. Like everyone else, he was also shocked. But as the seconds passed, different emotions crossed his face. His face held expressions that were unexplainable. Ariella broke eye contact and turned to Damian beside her. "I want to use the restroom. I'll be quick." He nodded and she walked away, taking a turn to the ladies' restroom. Soon, she finished her business and washed her hands. Then, she paused, staring into the mirror. Things were finally falling into place. Everything she'd dreamt of doing was becoming a reality. The weight of wondering what people would think if she revealed her face was finally off her shoulders.Her lips curled into a small smile but it soon vanished when the door open

Deep silence resonated throughout the entire space, as the only sound that was heard was the flipping of files. The flipping paused, Sebastian pulling off his glasses as he pressed his eyes shut. He needed focus. Deep enough to get documents reviewed and signed quickly to get all the paperwork on his desk done faster. Yet his mind wandered far away from work. His tactic to distract himself by working on files failed after spending hours in front of his computer without inputting anything. Since the event that happened two days ago, the return of his ex-wife has constantly tugged at him, a reminder of his disloyalty in the past. Five years ago when she suddenly disappeared, he tried hard to forget about her. But still seeing the face of Arietta, her twin sister almost every day overwhelmed him with the guilt that he caused her to vanish all of a sudden. The office door suddenly burst open, and Arietta walked inside the next second. With a sleeveless black dress that stopped a few