Ex-husband unmasked: a man like no other の小説・ストーリー

Synopsis Katherine McQueen's world shattered when her father borrowed from Massimo Hollingsworth, a ruthless New York billionaire who commands the fearsome Hollingsworth dynasty. When Massimo arrived to collect his due, a tragic accident left him in a coma. Desperate and cornered, Katherine was forced into a marriage she never wanted. His powerful relatives plotted his death, certain he wouldn’t survive, eager to erase her as well by throwing her out once she becomes a widow. But Massimo did survive. When he awakened, the ice in his gaze was nothing compared to the fury in his heart. He recognized Katherine as the daughter of the man who orchestrated his accident. Hatred

She was once married. "Whoa!" He exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the paragraph that spoke about her marriage. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her ex-husband. He pulled the paper closer to his face, reread the information, and scoffed in disbelief. "Things are getting more interesting. Who would have thought the man she claimed was her stalker was her ex-husband?" He spurted out, smiling with his eyes.

“This is not funny.” “At least now you will stop crying over that useless ex you keep defending in your head.” “I am not crying over him.” “You were.” “I was reflecting.” “You were romanticizing nonsense.” I exhaled slowly, still staring at the screen. Monday. Blackthorne Company. Sir Charles. And the other one. The calm one. Ivana nudged me. “Why do you look scared and excited at the same time?” “I am not excited.” “You are.” I threw her a look.

Silent Monkey: Excuse me? Chatterbox 🎤: OH MY FREAKING GOD. 🤯🤯🤯 You mean to tell me… you kissed the almighty Massimo Hollingsworth, your ex-husband? Don’t play with me, Kat! How was it?! Was it soft lips? Fireworks? Minty breath? Coiled toes? Like… did it feel like your lips owed him seven years of interest? 👀👄🔥. DETAILS WOMAN. I'm with popcorn🍿 Iron Lady ⚔️: TYKE SHUT. THE. HELL. UP. 😡

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

When Ethan removed the sock, the man hastily begged, "Sir, I was just kidding. Look how worked up you are! You don't have to play with us, alright?" "Hah." Sneering, Ethan took off the man's mask. "I'll play with you then." The masks hid their shame. If someone removed the masks, it would be the same as stripping them naked and throwing them out into the streets. Ethan knew that face. The man was a renowned entrepreneur in Aldenvine. The media claimed that he was a man who loved his wife and children. His children were quite distinguished as well. But this successful man was doing such horrible things in the shadows.

Her face and slutty nature stuck in my head. It made my gaze drawn to the man next to her who was wearing a mask with a gray suit. His stature was slightly familiar and realizing that they were together made me realize that the one beside Reina was my ex-husband. It was definitely him. His arm is wrapped around her waist possessively, and for some reason it makes me claustrophobic. It seems like I really need alcohol tonight.

Marcus. He stood near the grand staircase in a tailored black suit and a simple silver wolf mask that covered his eyes and nose. Even masked, I knew every line of his tall, powerful body — the broad shoulders, the confident stance, the way he held his glass of whiskey. My husband. The man who barely touched me anymore, who treated our marriage like a business contract. Tonight he would touch me like I was his whore. I took a deep breath and walked toward him, swaying my hips. When I was close enough, I let my shoulder brush his arm.

As expected, the two men I had assigned earlier were already there and waiting. Taking the gagging out, I yanked her closer. “Sophia, meet your husband, Frank.” I pointed at the man donned in a leather jacket and faded jeans. Like every player with an ace card, Frank has been mine. The man hated crowds or people in general, and coincidentally, I found him in a homeless shelter I had once volunteered for the charity. Why, don’t ask. Anyway, a fight broke out, and the unenthusiastic way he dismantled the three rowdies around him told me that this guy was more than what meets the eye. Turned out, he was an ex-marine and a damn good marksman. The way he still fought looked like the soldier in hi

said the man in the suit. I swallowed hard, the tears I had been holding back threatening to spill. My lips parted, words caught somewhere between gratitude and fear. “He’s my ex-husband,” I whispered, the words scraping raw against my tongue. The man’s jaw flexed, the only sign of tension on his otherwise polished exterior. His gaze flicked briefly toward Luke, then returned to me, unwavering. “Ex-husband or not… he has no place here. Not if he makes you feel like this.”