Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Because in the end, Vivienne’s happiness meant everything to me. And as I looked at her, standing there with her hand resting on her stomach, I realized something else… Chasing the billionaire’s substitute ex-wife had been worth every single moment.

After the door opened, I left the place in a hurry. I could see Chase's cold gaze as I exited his house. His face looked flat, but I knew that he had many cruel plans to carry out. I just want to get away from him. He's a very creepy guy, and it's bad luck that I'm in an illicit relationship with him.

This whole process utterly exhausted me. "We can find another way Eri.", his eyes were pleading me to say yes but the reality is harsh and not quite like how we want it to be. I shook my head, "There is no other way. Tristan... Tristan is a freaking billionaire. He can do anything just with the click of his finger. I have known him for a real while and I know when wants something he can do anything to get it.", I explained again for the thousandth time while running my hand through my thick locks which were badly entangled.

“That’s a fucking…sorry, I mean a fudging million dollars car. How can I not like it?” “Ohhh, okay. I thought you have lots of expensive cars, since you are the wife of a billionaire,” he says as he walks towards the car, digging his boot into the snow. “I do, I just don’t have a Lamborghini Reventon,” I say, following up behind him. It’s as if we are walking inside a big pool, but this is worse. I wonder why the snow doesn’t go down. “Oh really,” I hear him say. “Yeah.” I try pulling out my left leg from the snow but it’s as if it got stuck.

As soon as he saw the boy's face, his heart ached again. It wasn't until Edric Miller and Jennifer left the restaurant, that the girl sitting next to him asked: "Is she my sister-in-law? The one who melts your frozen heart?" "Uhh." "And you take off that sad mournful face. You promised to come here to help me tease my ex, but your eyes are only on her. Embarrassed me to death." "You stay and eat. I'll go first." "Eh, William, where are you going?" "I'm looking for a wife."

He was alive. The man in the suit smiled that cold, professional smile again. “Good. That simplifies things. A dead billionaire is a messy complication. A comatose one… well, that’s just a change in management.” He looked at me. “Get her up. We’re on the clock.” Rough hands grabbed my arms, hauling me to my feet. I fought, kicking, scratching, a wild animal cornered. “Get away from him! Don’t you touch him!”

I turned my head, searching, scanning the guests, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. He was gone. Like a ghost. Like a shadow slipping back into the past. But deep down, I knew… This wasn’t over. Not even close. Then, as I walked down the aisle, arm in arm with my new husband, my phone buzzed in my palm. I glanced down. A message. Unknown Number: I miss you too Can't wait to have you here my love,

Her dress was dramatic and alluring as if she had been waiting for this moment to make a statement. And standing right beside Roman, she looked like the perfect match for him. Cold, calculated, polished. Like a typical billionaire’s wife. The media was right when they named them the couple of the year. Sabrina. I didn’t stand a chance with her. Feeling as though a noose was tightened around my neck, I tried hard to breathe and furiously blink back the tears that were beginning to glisten in my eyes. I turned on my heel, planning to leave without being noticed by any of them. But as I turned to leave, my body suddenly collided with a server, knocking off her tray and causing the glasses of dr

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

“But listen to me, Chase. I don’t want your business anymore. And I’m going to tell my father what you did. He’s going to cut all ties with your family completely.” Chase only chuckled at that, wiping his hand on the gravy I’d spilled over him. “Keep dreaming! Your daddy loves me more than he loves you.” He smirked, and in that moment, he looked like a completely different person from the one I used to know. “And you…” He pointed his index finger at me. “You’ll never get a better husband than me in this entire city! I’m one of the most eligible bachelors in Manhattan.” “Oh, don’t be so delusional, Chase. Every other man in New York City is already better than you. You’re just a piece of shit