Ex Wife Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

Alexander's/Damien's POV I was back at my apartment after a couple of minutes' drive. My mind was so occupied when I left the club that I realised what a beauty Iris was after she had drawn my attention to her. I was not so much interested in her appearance but her words hang in my mind. It sounded simple but all I wanted was to have Olivia back. I was willing to do anything for her except divorce her. I remained her husband Alexander Williams. If I disclose my identity, I can claim her as my legal wife but with my new identity, Damien, I need this marriage to claim her as my wife. If we should get a divorce, she will cease to be my wife. I know Damien Brown does not exist. If she asks for a

she said casually as she inspected her manicured nails. “What?!” I blurted out, my words escaping with heated rage. “He has no right to–” “Actually I do,” He said, stepping outside with a satisfied smirk on his face. “You should have read the divorce agreement,”

Calvin raised his eyes and saw the woman closing hers, as if ready to die—a lifeless soul in his hands. He wanted to stab her with words, but he also wanted answers. Why had she insisted on marrying him? Wasn’t it for the reputation and status of the Walker family? During their three years of marriage, how much profit had she made for Clarke’s using her title as Mrs. Walker? Did she need him to lay out the data one by one? His brother had borrowed two billion in cash from the bank, using the Grand Empire Group branch in Los Angeles as collateral.

"They were Divorce papers along with Transfer of rights agreement for Jasmine's coffee shop that you cleverly snatched from her. But you don't have to think of them. I gave you a billion dollar deal. That should be your main focus." "Don't twist this around, Panther! Why'd you do this? What relationship do you have with my wife?! How long have you known each other for?” "You mean ex-wife." At those words, Vince pinned Jasmine with a death glare. “Jasmine, you slút, you've been having an extra marital affair behind my back, and still you had the guts to berate me. You whóre.” She cowered in Falcon's arms. Slipping out of his arms, Jasmine stood behind Kyle's back. She curled her shaking finge

Then I spotted him. He was tall, possessing the chiseled features typically found on a magazine cover. His defined jawline, perfectly messy dark hair, and striking gray eyes made him noticeable even among a crowd. He walked with a self-assuredness that teetered on hubris, his hand gently placed on his mother’s arm as they entered. Eleanor Sterling embodied elegance just as her reputation implied, with her silver hair styled into a sleek bun and a smile that was both warm and authoritative. The couple exuded wealth and power from a bygone era.

The scrape of the chair legs on the marble floor was sharp and bitter, like nails on glass. She slid into the seat on his left, every movement deliberate, like she wanted me to know she’d taken second place only because he’d demanded it. Jane leaned closer to me, whispering behind the rim of her coffee cup, “Who is this woman?” My lips curved into a humorless smile. “Lorenzo’s ex-wife. Back from the dead.” Jane shivered dramatically, shoulders lifting like a gust of cold wind had just swept through. “Oh God. I feel like I’m seeing a ghost.”

No more pretending. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the Manhattan skyline, the city lights twinkling like fallen stars. The space was sleek, white marble floors, black leather furniture, and a single framed photo on the wall, my patent, the one Damien's father had stolen from me three years ago and forced me into marrying his son. The divorce was a success, Elena made sure of it. I made away with a reasonable part of Damian's assets. Elena whistled as she followed me in, her arms full of legal documents. “Damn, boss. This is a hell of an upgrade from being Mrs. Blackwood.”

I said bitterly. Riley's wide eyed look of surprise only made me feel worse. “Shit. Arch Marvin? Isn't he like an ice god or something?” “I don't want to talk about Arch, or my ex-husband. I'm divorcing him. I need to get him off my board, because I can't deal with seeing his face every single day.” “So fire him?” “I can't. Arch won't let me. He still owns majority shares.” Riley sat back, her eyes closed for a second, and when she opened them, I could see they're brighter, almost feverish with excitement.

A woman burning from the inside. “…maybe,” I whispered bitterly, “he wants to reopen the already open marriage.” I scoffed. Loudly. Dryly. Disgustedly. Elena Sinclair, the woman with a husband who paraded his pregnant mistress into their home, now being summoned like a child to breakfast. What a joke. I turned toward the closet and started yanking clothes, trying to find something that didn’t scream ‘you just woke up from a wet dream about a man who isn’t your husband.’

A voice said. Bryan snapped out of his thoughts and he looked up to see his wife standing next to him. As usual, she was dressed elegantly and looked pretty as always but not as pretty as Alessa. ‘Why did I just do that?’ he thought. “Bryan,” she called. “Huh?” “Billionaire’s ex-wife returns after six years… “ “I heard you the first time.” he cut her off. “Good, care to explain what the hell happened?” she asked sternly.