Ex Wife Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

“If not for my funds, Carter’s Wine would be ashes. I still can’t fathom that you siphoned company money to fuel your obsessive search for your ex-wife. You nearly destroyed a legacy our family built over generations, and you act like it’s nothing.” I fell silent, turning back to the mirror, my reflection a stranger—hollow-cheeked, consumed by a fire that hadn’t dimmed in five years. Ella Harper, my wife, had vanished that night in Venice, slipping through my grasp like smoke. I’d chased her ever since, following whispers, chasing leads across cities, pouring every resource into finding her.

At least, not until four days ago- when he was yet to tell her about the divorce. Ever since then, she was nothing else other than cold, distant, and pale-looking, acting nonchalantly towards things that concerned him. If only he knew the truth. “We are here,” without waiting for her, he turned around the car and opened the door of the black Mercedes Benz Maybach Exelero. Elysia scanned the building, there was nothing she could do, and even after hesitating, she came down from the car.

Book II of Ex-wife Series “You're simply my wife on paper. You may indulge in my wealth, take pleasure in my body, but my heart will never truly be yours.” Emerald has come to the difficult decision to end her two-year arranged marriage, realizing that no matter how hard she tries to earn her husband's affection, he will never feel the same way for her. However, she is rocked to her core when she discovers Liam has replaced her quickly with his best friend's ex-wife. A year later, as an heiress at the helm of a prestigious jewelry empire, her ex-husband appears at her doorstep saying, "I want you back."

Something raw and honest. “ I get to watch Xavier Adrian realize that the woman he thought he destroyed, is sitting right next to another man, her husband, the owner of most powerful law firm in New York, and I get the satisfaction knowing he's finally crumbling and getting a taste of his own goddamn medicine.” I sit there completely dumfounded of what to say or how to react, pretending I'm not feeling the terrible, undeniable pull of the man who just told me he's willing to burn my ex-husband’s world and hand me the match box. He's probably right. I should give this a shot, and I hate that I'm bringing myself to move on from my ex-husband. Although, he is still very much alive, it feels lik

“You really don’t want to cross me, James. Because when I strike back, I don’t give warnings.” He raised a brow, feigning boredom. “Still the same temper. Some things never change.” “And keep my wife’s name out of your mouth,” I added, tone sharp enough to cut glass. He smirked. “Ex-wife, you mean.” I smiled, a slow, dangerous curl of my lips that made him hesitate for the first time. “That’s where you’re wrong. We were never divorced. Elena is still my wife, legally, emotionally, in every way that matters. So when you speak about her, you speak about Mrs. Rothchild.”

Caleb smoothly slotted in right behind me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. As we walked into the grand ballroom, the murmurs began instantly. The elite of the city whispered behind their crystal glasses, their eyes darting from the notorious Blackwood triplets to the woman on their arms. Word of Richard's overnight financial collapse had already leaked, and seeing his ex-wife flanked by the very men orchestrating his ruin was the ultimate scandal.

"Your ex-wife is dead. She severed her own life-support line in the hospital washroom. Are you happy with how things turned out? Are you satisfied now?" Benedict freezes. He averts his gaze, unable to look at his ruined daughter. Elowen smiles in bitter victory. Seeing the public control slipping away, Marlowe rushes forward in a panic, slapping Elowen’s arm to push her away. "Stop it! You're ruining my engagement party! Stop making a scene!" In a flash, Elowen grabs Marlowe’s wrist in a vise-like grip, squeezing so hard that Marlowe gasps in pain.

Carson demanded in an inpatient tone and Brenda immediately brought out her phone. She visited her I*******m app and searched for Nora's username on it. It brought out her pictures and she immediately showed it to Carson. Immediately Carson set his eyes on the picture, he screamed out in shock. "Oh my goodness! This is her! This is the bitch who betrayed me," Carson screamed out and slowly brought down his voice realizing that he might draw attention. Brenda stared at him like one who has gone nuts. "Do you know what you're saying? This lady is the Ex-wife of a popular billionaire who goes by the name Rufus Williams. She is currently engaged to his brother, this lady is my boss. How can she

Now that he had run me bankrupt to square zero, he decided to make me useless. “I'm the one Tyler loves, I have always been the one. Isabella, you have been his wife for a long time now, it's time to give it up”. I still couldn't believe what was happening. How could Tyler do this to me? I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. I was just sitting there weak, hopeless and alone on the floor. I gradually opened my eyes to meet Nicollete's eyes open with wide fury! She sneered and pinched my arm with her long nails.

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"