Bought By My Ex-husband Romane & Geschichten

"I came back because I belong here! Until my last breath, I intend to carry on my father's business." He glared at me with his hand on his hips and said, "You can't just come back and take all the rights away from me! I worked so hard to keep that company from going down—" "My ex-husband kept that company from going bankrupt," I said with a sneer. After our divorce, he returned it to me. So tell me, are you talking nonsense with me?" "So tell me, you used that body to marry a rich man and then divorced him so you can get something in return?!" he laughed and made fun of me. "I had no idea my niece was such a whore! She's a slut and a shame to the Hansley family!"

But I played dumb and acted casual. "Oh, is that so? Well, I don't believe in such things. My husband bought it for me as a gift. He said it was pretty and matched my eyes." He nodded and started the car. "I see. Well, it is very pretty indeed. And so are your eyes." Holy shit.

Therefore, I quickly purchased three buildings at once. Based on my experience, I could flip them for two to three times the price. I leisurely boarded a bus home after settling everything. There was no way I'd drive the new car back. My wife's family would find a way to claim it for themselves. My father-in-law was grinning at his phone on the couch when I got home. He was clearly chatting with a married woman again. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law was nowhere to be seen. She had probably gone shopping.

"I don't know. Maybe, a year? I have someone clean it regularly though and I come to check on it sometimes." I can never understand people with money. He has two houses he cleans and takes care of regularly? "When did you buy this house? Hell, why did you buy it if you weren't going to live in it?" I ask him, walking further into the room. The desk looks new and polished. I wonder if it's just not used or if it was replaced. "I bought it when my ex and I thought of moving in together. She never got to see the house." I turn around to look at him and he gives me a sad smile. "I'm sorry about your ex."

"Yes," I said finally, my voice strong and commanding. "Gideon Grayson is my ex-husband. Emphasis on ex." I leaned forward by just a little, my eyes sharp as needles. "And that's all he'll ever be. A mistake I left behind, just like the old me."

Father brought no money as he spends it only in gambling places. Camila missed her home at the coast. Though they were poor but through the sales of fishes, handcrafts and farm produce at the coast they had mange to earn a living for themselves with or without father providing anything, they were happy with it. They didn't have to pay for rent because they owned their home, a home made of bamboo polls and logs. After mother died, father had packed their things one early morning to leave. Camila was 14 while Dante, 6. But Camila knew it wasn't because of mother's death memories but because he wants to run away from his unsettled debts. As time goes by, she wonder what has become of their home

I shrugged. "Okay, girl. You be good, okay? If there's trouble, call me right away. I love you, bye." Before I could reply, she hung up. I chuckled a bit. Liya was worried about my moves. Though my ex-husband was my boss, I had nothing to worry about. What could possibly go wrong?

“What are you even talking about?” He stands, straightening his suit jacket. “I saw Aaron.” Aaron, my ex-husband who, besides hating me, was also a major shareholder. What the fuck did he go to see him for? “We spoke about getting some of his shares.” Just like that, Julian’s words lift me off my chair and hurl me against the wall, shattering my spine. “You…” I blink over and over again, shaking my head, hoping it’ll stop the high pitched ringing in my ears.

I exhale without completing my words, but he knows what I meant, “plus I had some pills in my bag, I could have easily suppressed it.” “How come I didn't know about this?” He asked himself, as though he had an important prize, if information passed by. “Things change.” “Mason didn't take you to the hospital.” We were back on the topic. “No, he took me to his penthouse, he had the pills.” There was no need to hide anything. Mason was my ex-husband, and Marcus is well… Just Marcus. I have nothing to be guilty about. “He also has an allergy?” He asked, and I shook my head.

I'd drugged my husband and stolen his money and destroyed his ex-wife's happiness. I wasn't going to let it all fall apart now. Whatever it took, I would make sure Claire regretted ever buying that penthouse. Even if it meant burning everything down.