Conquistando A Mi Ex-esposa Novels & Stories

For years, it seemed no one, not even a female mosquito, had ever gotten close to Damian. There were even rumors he preferred men. But this impossibly high-and-mighty man had married me. A woman his nephew had rejected as his mate. Seeing Caleb's disbelief, I said calmly: "No one is lying to you, Caleb. You're lying to yourself." "As you heard, I am your uncle's wife now." My expression was genuine, and Caleb looked utterly devastated. He frantically looked around at the wolf guards and servants. "Tell me! Who is she, really!"

She said she had never met anyone as gullible as I was. The divorce papers arrived an hour later. I didn’t bother to go through them. What was the point? The only person that said goodbye to me was the elderly maid who had been working there before I arrived as a maid and later fell in love with my billionaire boss. Getting into the car, I drove off, tears cascading down my cheeks. One moment, I was a happy wife, the next, I was a disgraced ex-wife returning to her hometown.

Her face was a mix of concern and curiosity. “Hey, Amy. I’m Mona” she said softly as I approached. “How are you holding up?” I tried to manage a semblance of composure, but the anger and despair were too raw. “Mona, it’s just... unbearable. My ex-husband used me. He made me sign divorce papers in exchange for my freedom.” Mona’s eyes widened in shock. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry you’re going through this. It sounds like he’s not just betrayed you personally, but also made a fool of you.”

And emptied their accounts. They were left with nothing. I walked away with everything I needed to run. When I found out Adrián had gotten married, I didn’t hesitate—I came back to Uruguay. He was supposed to be mine. Every dinner, every business event where he stood beside Sofía felt like a knife to my chest. That woman had taken my place. His last name, his wealth, his entire life—it was all meant to be mine. I tried everything. Smiles. Tears. Scenes. Nothing worked.

"You really have insulted me too much, Sylvia. You can't appreciate all my sacrifices at all. I'm doing this all to look after your daughter Denise, but what will you do in return? You just kicked me out and didn't thank you at all! Do you know what you've done? Realize Sylvia! Aware!" "Tch!" Sylvia looked away. Now Enrique smiles sarcastically, "Hmm, could it be that you didn't get the treasure from your stupid ex-husband until you kicked me out. Ah, yes, I remember, your husband was also hit by a scandal, and it seems his property was confiscated. Hmm, I guess you're planning to hitch a ride with my life and fame. Huh, too bad Sylvia, you won't be able to get that!" Sylvia is furious again

I know it sounds crazy but I am to meet with this man and sign a contract with him to get married for each other's benefits. I think there is a lot of confusion here so let me explain better. I came back from New York to get revenge on my ex boyfriend and kid sister who had betrayed me five years ago. All my late mother's properties including her company had been stolen from me, leaving me with no choice to run away as they still had more wrath in store to unleash upon me.

He asked, his nostrils flaring. I waved my head, holding onto the towel that was wrapped around my breasts so it wouldn't slip off. Although there was nothing to hide. He is my husband. "He didn't. He shamelessly wanted me back in his life but I turned him down. Miguel slightly got involved but I think I succeeded in convincing him that he wasn't his. I made sure he understood that Miguel was your son. The child I had with you. I know he won't do the maths." My ex was never brilliant enough to think that far.

I moaned into her breasts, coating the insides of her pretty pussy with my cum. Soon. Real soon, I’d make her my wife and the mother of my kids. Unfortunately, just as we had gotten into a stable relationship, her asshole ex had to ruin it.

“Look at you, Amelia. Still fighting the inevitable. I have to admit, watching you sit there in the boardroom trying to keep that composed CEO face while the votes came in… it was almost poetic.” I crossed my arms, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “What do you want, Damian? To gloat? Congratulations. You manipulated the room. Happy now?” He chuckled softly, pushing off the desk and circling closer. “Gloating is beneath me. But yes, I am quite pleased. The overseas branch is going to be a massive success. New markets, new revenue streams… and of course, a chance for me to prove I’m more than just your ex-fiancé. You should be thanking me. This is good for the company. Good for *us

"Stop watching her like a lovesick boy and get rid of her! My father did not fund your political campaign just so you could daydream about your ex-wife. If you don't fix this, he will pull his money before the week is over, and your career will be dead." She turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy oak door behind her so hard the glass in my cabinets rattled. But Vanessa didn't understand. She couldn't see the bigger picture. This wasn't about love. It was a burning, suffocating need to see Isla fail. I needed to see her crawl back into the shadows where she belonged. To prove she was nothing, I needed to find out exactly what secrets she was trying to dig up on my famil