All Chapters of Divorced By My Ex, Married To A Billionaire.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alexis.I swiped the keycard through the lock, the green light flashing with an obedient click. The hotel door swung open, and I stepped inside. The room was dim, but not empty.My heart sank. There he was—my husband and his secretary on the bed, naked and having sex. They didn't even notice I was standing there.Idiots!My mouth went dry. For a moment, all I could do was stare. My vision blurred with fury, betrayal clamping down on my chest. I reached into my bag, hands shaking, and yanked out the envelope the private investigator had sent me.“You think I wouldn’t find out?” I snapped, my voice echoing too loud in the silent room. I threw the photos at him. They fluttered to the floor like ash. Proof of the lies, the cheating, the hours he claimed to be in meetings when he was really here.He looked shocked, then angry. “Alexis—”“Don’t,” I hissed, turning on my heel before he could touch me, before or lie again. I didn’t want his explanations or his voice in my head. I just wanted

Pierce. I leaned back, sipping my drink as Zane waltzed in. He looked around, his eyes scanning the penthouse with that damn grin of his.“Looks spotless,” he said, taking it all in. “You finally hired someone who knows how to clean?”I gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, thanks to your stupid harem, my place looked like a damn porn set.”Zane threw his head back, laughing. “It wasn’t a harem, Pierce. Just a few guests.”I raised an eyebrow. “Next time, use your house.”He plopped down into one of my leather chairs, looking entirely too comfortable. “Can’t. It’s under renovation. The place is a mess right now.”“Figures,” I muttered. “You know, I’m starting to think you only bring people over to my place when you want to ruin my life.”Zane just grinned. “Nah. Where’s the fun in that?”Before I could shoot back with some snarky remark, a loud, obnoxious tune blared through the penthouse, immediately getting under my skin. I frowned, pausing mid-sip, as the sound nearly assaulted my ears.

Pierce.Two could play this little game—and I’ve never lost at anything I cared to win.The next morning, I waited, perfectly timing everything. She always started in the kitchen. I leaned against the fridge, sipping my coffee, casual as ever. Shirtless in just gym shorts hanging dangerously low on my hips. Her eyes did a double take, then snapped back to her mop like she didn’t see a damn thing.But I saw the flush. The twitch in her fingers and slight part in her lips.So I upped the anteI “accidentally” dropped a cold water bottle and bent to pick it up—slowly, just enough to flex every muscle I knew she’d pretend not to stare at. I could feel her gaze crawl up my back. I straightened, turned—and caught her.Red-handed.She looked away like I was radioactive.“Enjoying the view?” I asked, voice calm, a smirk tugging at my mouth.“I—I wasn’t looking.”“Mmm,” I said, taking a sip of water, letting it drip a little down my chest. “Shame. I was.”She nearly choked on her own breath.N

Pierce.“She totally deserved that,” I laughed, sipping my coffee as I rewatched the CCTV footage. Alexis, my chaotic little maid, was convinced ghosts were out to get her. Honestly? Oscar-worthy performance. I hadn’t told Zane about the prank yet. Nah. I wanted him to enjoy the full cinematic experience live. “I’ll swing by your penthouse in a bit,” he texted. Excellent timing. When I walked through the front door, it was like a storm had hit the place. Lamps toppled over, a trail of wet footprints covered the floor, and my once-beautiful rug looked like it had fought a washing machine and lost. Clearly, she’d gone full exorcism mode in here. Grinning, I clicked the remote, shutting off the flickering lights and creepy sound effects I’d set up. Paranormal activity ain't got nothing on me. I headed toward the bathroom—then froze. Her uniform was on the floor. A second later, Alexis emerged, clutching a towel, water dripping down her flushed skin and soaking her wild

Pierce.Getting any work done that evening was a lost cause. My brain, ever the traitor, kept circling back to Alexis. The living migraine who had somehow taken up permanent residence in my thoughts, like she was paying rent on the space. When she walked out of the bathroom earlier, wrapped in that damn towel, something about her silhouette triggered a memory I hadn't visited in days. That girl by the river. No… it couldn’t be her. Could it? I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. This wasn’t good. I’d never let a woman get this far under my skin. It was like she’d broken into my mind, pitched a tent, and was now toasting marshmallows over the dying embers of my sanity. Annoyed, I ordered tacos. I hated ordering food. I preferred home-cooked meals, but there was no way I’d let that troublemaker cook for me—not unless I had a death wish. With my luck, she’d baste the chicken in toilet water and serve it with a halo-worthy grin. Especially after today? She was definitely