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

“You look… expensive.” She crossed her arms. “You look like a bad memory.” He grinned. “I missed your mouth.” “You missed controlling me.” “You disappeared, Lena. No calls. No letters.” “I wasn’t your property.” He stepped even closer. “You ran off with some billionaire. I saw the photos.” Her heart pounded. “Stay away from me.” “Or what?” Tyson growled. “Your rich boy gonna save you?” Right then, a car door slammed. And Rafael Blackthorne appeared.

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. “I didn’t think about anything,” I admitted. “Just… Freya.” He gave a slow, disappointed whistle. “That’s a hell of a thing to admit, son.” I looked away. “She’s not just any woman,” I muttered. “She’s… she’s Freya.” “Yeah, I remember. Your ex-wife. The one you hurt. The one you betrayed.” “I know.” “She’s also the one who walked away from the mess you made,” he added.

Everything went smoothly and thanks to my trickery, Peter even divorced his country wife and defended me to the death. However, I could not continue to control the situation. Peter's mother and sister made me sick. They were blood-sucking leeches who were always hungry and constantly tried to drain my money with their luxurious lifestyle. Several incidents that happened to them made me quite happy and I had no interest in helping at all. The disasters they experienced kept them busy and I took the opportunity to prepare myself to reunite with Marteen. One thing that made me quite annoyed was when Peter recently started praising Leora again, his ex-wife who turned out to be the granddaughter

Or is he just completely okay with all of this? He better not be! The angrier he is, the better the drama! Katherine, baby girl...you are a diva!!!! It's like I always say, 'when a billionaire doesn't work out, you try another one.' But Zayn Hogan is a bit of a chronic heartbreaker is he not? Well, who cares anyway. The richer, the better in my opinion. Now, I've got to go do more research and stalking because remember I'm always watching!!

“I'll pay you double, triple if you want. Hell, I'll even give you a blank check.” “I don't need it.” He spat. “You might see me as a criminal and all that, but I'm not poor and I certainly do not need your money.” “What changed?” I couldn't help but ask. “You were so excited to….* “The excitement died “ his voice went cold immediately. “And sometimes, you should know when to stop and give it a rest. Apparently, you don't. You've been blinded by your hatred for her and it'll only move you to your ruins.*

She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message. She grudgingly walked back to her chair to pick up her phone. 'How unfilial of you! Your father would be sent out of the city! And aren't you smart? Just how does that smarty brain of yours work? You'll get a hold of the city's renowned billionaire! What's so bad about that?! I'm actually giving you a perfect road to the top!' She can't help but sigh after reading her father's message. This old guy is really the main trigger of a massive migraine.

“I think you’re imagining things.” “Nope.” She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at me. “Something’s definitely up. Spill it, Susan.” “There’s nothing to spill.” I waved her off, but the heat rushing to my cheeks betrayed me. Meera raised an eyebrow, setting her drink down slowly. “Okay, now I know something’s up. You’re blushing.” I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. “It’s nothing, Meera. Seriously.” “Liar,” she shot back, her grin widening. “Susan Hart doesn’t blush for no reason. And if I had to guess... this has something to do with a certain Mr. hot billionaire Ex.”

“If I lie now, I become the person I’m trying to replace. We lead with the truth—again.” Rachel didn’t answer for a moment. Then whispered, “You’re insane.” “I know.” That night, Ethan met a new partner in a quiet gallery in Copenhagen. A woman. Older. French. Rich. She had once been a Burnett rival. Now? She was Ethan’s ally. “We take it piece by piece,” she said. “Not with bombs. With scissors.” “Slow bleed?” “Very slow.” Ethan smiled. “And when do we cut the throat?” She poured him a glass of champagne.

"What did you mean by that?" Ricardo chuckled bitterly. "Oh, quite a lurid tale, Lily. You see, after that incident on the roof of the Barrett mansion, Aiden's father transformed from the sweet, responsible leader of the Blackwood Mafia Empire to something darker, colder, and more maniacal. Something his dear Heidi could not recognize anymore. And surprisingly, this villainous Nathan made the empire prosper even more than ever." I listened with rapt attention as Ricardo unraveled the layers of Aiden's past. Everything was as fascinating and as scary as a horror story.