Hell Hath No Fury Like A Billionaire's Ex Novel

”Mr. President, your wife sent over the divorce papers.” ”How much alimony is she asking for?” ”Actually, she’s offering to pay ‘you’ alimony.” Two years ago, he’d thought her the perfect wife: sweet, submissive, the kind of woman who’d make a lovely accessory to his life. She’d thought him the ideal husband: a handsome, workaholic billionaire who’d leave her alone. She married him, but after divorce, it came out to be a marriage of convenience. No strings attached. Just a secret deal. But now, after the divorce…. “Mr. President, the mastermind behind our competition is… your ex-wife.” “Mr. President, the person who saved you earlier—pretty sure it was her.” “Mr. President…” “I want to know everything about my wife’s secret life, NOW!” “Sir… we found nothing. She’s completely off the radar,”

Roxana!!" A man in mask said as he danced with her in the palace, Roxana why are you doing this to me huh?? Roxana gritted her teeth and looked deep in his beautiful eyes!" Lord Adrienne I fell in love with you but you killed it Although it was my tribulation, Am aware you knew my tribulation didn't complete and our fate was predestined!". Adrienne I can never Love you again' surely not in this life! Not in this life!" Everywhere went quite for Roxana and Adrienne' Her soft word pierced his soul and cut through him!" The amount of pain he felt was nothing compared to the punishment given to him by his father Lucifer, Roxana said it to him but she felt immense pain and was choking up with tears but gained her poisture. Roxana you can't marry my best friend Ramiel!! I will and be his wife!" I won't let such happen while am alive!" He said looking into her eyes and breathing on her neck. Adrienne I'll fight you to the end" Either way one of us must die". He held her hands to the chest and grabbing her waistline ". Hook line do you really hate me this much???That you can't stand me by your side " he said sadly and felt his inner burn as a tear droplet escaped his eyes. Adrienne I hate you to the core of my being!! Even though am your Dragon and beast.

"I'll accept the hospital's offer. I leave for Italvia in two weeks." Vanessa Jahn stood by the window, pregnancy report in hand. On the other end of the call, Rob Lambert, the hospital director, sounded thrown. "Wait—what? After all this time? I've been trying to get you on board for years." She let out a humorless laugh. "Guess it finally felt like time for a change. Anyway, I've got a lot to wrap up before I go. We'll catch up later." She hung up. The ache in her heart lingered as she glanced back down at the report.

"What would you do if you were given a second chance—not just at life, but at revenge?" When Paula Whitney watched her husband, Orlando Gilbert, introduce another woman as his lover in front of their entire family, her world crumbled. To make matters worse, Jeany Rosalia—the other woman—not only flaunted their affair but also brought along a child she claimed was Orlando’s. Humiliated and crushed under the weight of her family’s scorn, Paula did the only thing she could think of: she ran. But fate wasn’t kind. A tragic accident robbed her of everything—including her own body. Yet destiny had other plans. Paula awoke to find herself in the body of Vanessa Khiel, an up-and-coming singer on the brink of fame. Disoriented and reeling from the shock, she heard one final plea from the dying soul within—Vanessa's voice whispered through her fading strength: "Protect my little brother. And in return, I’ll help you get the revenge you deserve." Now, Paula lives as Vanessa. With Vanessa’s beauty, charisma, and growing influence in the entertainment world, Paula begins to orchestrate her revenge—determined to destroy Jeany and Orlando for the pain they caused. But just as her plan takes shape, Paula uncovers a secret behind Orlando’s betrayal… a truth that shakes the foundation of her hatred. And she begins to wonder: Is revenge ever enough… or does an old love still deserve a second chance? “You remind me of someone,” Orlando murmured, his eyes lingering on Vanessa with a longing that felt almost too familiar. “Who?” Vanessa replied with a faint smile, carefully hiding the irony behind her words. “Paula,” he whispered. “She was my wife.” Or will she drag Orlando down with her… into the depths of ruin?

Mila is a feisty young woman in her late twenties who is bored with her life. And bored with her Lycan boyfriend, Lowell who she was sold to at a young age. When strange murders start to occur, Lowell is tasked with finding the culprit, being one of the best detectives in town. Mila refuses to sit behind the lines and starts doing some investigations of her own, despite Lowell's insistence that she stay out of it. But she would never have guessed it would lead her to Lobo, Lowell's much older brother who is known as "The Lycan from Hell" due to his ruthless temper. To make things worse, she has been terrified of him since the two had a brief encounter years prior. Mila is thrown into a web of lies which she must start to untangle when she discovers that she is Lobo's, fated mate. The two decide to work together to uncover the identity of the killer plaguing the town, but things become hard when the humans chase the Lycans out of town and the killer sets his sites on Mila. Will she find safety in Lobo and his Pack, or will she find she has made a grave mistake by trusting them?

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.

Vivienne Sinclair married Caden Lawrence, hoping her love would melt his cold heart and that he would accept her as his wife sooner or later. But as they say about the best-laid plans, Caden never fell in love with her, nor did he accept her as his wife in front of the world. Three years later, Vivienne is hurt and broken, wanting nothing more than to break this toxic cycle of betrayal and constant rejection. She wants a divorce. “What gives you the right to ask me for a divorce?” he roars, looking angry. “It was you who seduced me! You who insisted on getting married. And now you want a divorce? I don’t think so.” But Vivi is tired of playing the role of a loving and obedient wife. She wants to live her life and explore other options. She wants to find the happiness and joy she was deprived of in her marriage. With the help of her friends and family, Vivi reveals her other identity as the world-class jewelry designer, Jasper Sterling, a name she had built after years of hard work during her failed marriage. She is strong, confident, and capable of living life on her own terms. And it’s time to let the whole world know. During one of the success parties, when Vivienne walks in with a handsome man by her side, everyone starts whispering. “Who is he?” people want to know. “Is she dating him?” Vivi and her new companion look good together. They make a perfect couple. But when Caden sees her with this mystery man, he can barely contain his rage. He pulls her aside and hisses. “You are making a mistake.” She laughs, kisses his cheek, and says, “No, darling. This is the start of my new life.”

For five years of their contractual marriage, Serena couldn’t even catch a glimpse of her husband Alexander Vanderbilt who fled the country right after he signed the papers. She couldn’t even see him when his assistant came with divorce papers. Unbelievably, their first encounter unfolded as one night of intoxicated intimacy, with both failing to recognize one another. The next morning, she realized what had happened but when her husband still did not recognize her, she did not bother to inform him. Serena believed their paths would never cross again, only to discover that this was the commencement of their intertwined destinies. The next time Serena met with Xander, she used her middle name 'Ava' and her mother's maiden name 'Alvarez'. Recalling the virgin that had shared his bed the previous night, he almost mistook her as a prostitute until he saw her designs for his new house which, according to rumor, he bought for him and his soon-to-be bride and also his first love, Victoria. How ironic. Fate dictated otherwise and true love indeed saves the day as the more they interract, the more Xander started to feel something for Serena while Serena herself remain cool and composed, which only made him even more curious! If only he knows that she is still his wife...

My husband sends me a photo of our obedient daughter holding a plate of food. He writes, "Thanks to my patient guidance, our sweetheart has finally made her first dish! We're waiting for you to come home and taste it!" The exhaustion I feel from work is swept away when I see that. No one expects that I'll reach home half an hour later and kill him.

On our fourth wedding anniversary, I waited at home in vain. Ethan set off fireworks across the entire city for his first love. I was burned by the sparks and ended up in the hospital. Seeing my blackened wounds, he shielded his first love from the doorway and said coldly, "Don't look. It's disgusting." After returning home, I found lace lingerie in the washing machine on the balcony. I calmly took it out, folded it, and placed it on the living room table. Closing the lid, I booked a flight to London.