Novel & Cerita Hell Hath No Fury Like A Billionaire's Ex Novel

I just want to lift myself from this mattress and disappear to a place that is less cruel, or a place where feelings do not exist. I wanted to scream in her face at the reason why she had not left me to die on that cold night. The same set of people pretend to care at early encounters, but once they find your existence threatening, or less useful, they drain the remaining life in you. This occurs mostly by the wealthy fellows, and here is another one who has an indecent reason to keep me in her abode. There was no way on earth I would tell her my past life for her to feed her fake pity. Never

But I was done with the endless waits. I stepped forward, slamming the divorce papers onto his desk. Sign them, I snapped. My voice shook with rage, making the words cut through the silence like broken glass. Roland leaned back in his chair, smug and unbothered. His dark hair slicked back, cufflinks glinting, jaw freshly shaven. The ruthless billionaire the tabloids worshiped and feared. He didn’t glance at the papers, just smirked. Sign them? His voice dripped with mockery. I don’t take orders from you, darling.

Not after she got pregnant with that bastard's child and claimed that it was his. He never expected her to be such a liar and a cheat. He never expected her to stoop so low and do a thing like that. He loved Thea with all his heart. He loved her with everything he had. He thought she loved him too, but no, he thought wrong and everything was just an act. Everything was just to have a share of what he owned because he was filthy rich.

by her ruthless billionaire. Love, Blaq.

I couldn't help laughing. "Good morning to you, too." "I am serious, Elara." "I know." "So you saw it?" "Yes." "And?" I leaned back against the couch. "And what?" Naomi groaned dramatically. "You are impossible." I smiled. "Maybe." "Elara." "What?" "Your ex-husband is officially back as CEO of Blackwood Enterprise, and you're acting like somebody just told you the weather forecast." That made me laugh. "I already knew he was going to accept it."

“You’re blinded by money. He doesn’t love you. The earlier you realize that, the better. I’m the one leaving after nine months, not you. And if I should take my baby, you’ll become nothing but a story of the past.” Her eyes flashed with pure hatred. “Your baby? That child is ours. You’re just the incubator. Nothing more!” The billionaire finally stepped between us, raising his hands. “It’s okay. It’s alright. Calm down, now!” I shoved his hand away forcefully. “Don’t fucking tell me it’s alright! What do you think you are? And why would you want to act like the good guy here?” She opened her mouth to reply, but the billionaire raised his hand again. “Enough!”

I mutter stupidly, my voice barely a whisper. Her glare hardens, like the ice forming in the pit of my stomach. "Name your price, young lady. I want you out of my son's life and out of this city for good. So. Name. Your. Price!" The anger bubbling in my chest feels like molten lava. It rises higher and higher, thick and suffocating. "Is this some kind of joke?" I ask indignantly, my voice rising, sharp as glass. What's with people and throwing cheques at me? First, it was Deric, now this?

"Look at you now. How does it feel to lose everything?" I gritted my teeth. "You piece of—" "Don’t bother," she cut me off, rolling her eyes. "I don’t have time for your drama. No one’s going to believe you, anyway." Rage boiled inside me, but I forced myself to stay still. "Why?" My voice shook, but not from fear. From fury. "Why are you doing this to me?" Genevieve smirked. "You still don’t get it, do you?" she sighed dramatically. "You still see yourself as a billionaire’s wife? Don’t be delusional. Now you’re just a famous high-society whore."

I'm dreading it. "Did it make you feel the tingles?" "Choco, wasn't me he kissed, it was his wife. How was I supposed to feel a thing?" She rolled her eyes with a duh expression, "If it were you he kissed do you think you would still have a job in New York? Sugar you and all two of us would've been a dozen feet under the ground. Her family is shit rich, I hear some connection to the mafia or something." Lily groaned, "Those books are getting way into your head and when did you ever start believing in rumors?"