His Vengeful Ex-wife Novel Novels & Stories

I'll do well to carry you along. The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) This Book Can Be Read As A Standalone Synopsis I married him, again. My abusive ex-husband. He ruined me, he abused me, he molested me, he took almost everything from me, and then made me have his babies. And then, I married him again. We reconciled after my twin sister whom he did all these for left him, we reconciled and I married him again. I'm officially Mrs. Ford, this time with no commas. And I shall have my revenge. I shall destroy every bits of him left, the ones my twin sister left couldn't.

He crossed the ballroom floor, folder raised, and I watched Vanessa near the champagne fountain, her smile sharpening into something like anticipation. “This woman,” Adrian announced, loud enough to carry to every corner of the room, “married Damian Blackwood four weeks after our divorce. Four weeks. Does that not strike anyone else as suspicious? A woman who claims to have loved me, remarrying that fast, into that much money?” Murmurs rippled through the crowd. I felt heat climb my neck, humiliation and fury tangled together so tightly I couldn’t separate them. “You divorced me,” I said, loud enough for the room to hear. “You served me papers the same day I found out you’d stolen my designs

The one reading this right now, probably at 2 AM when you should be sleeping but instead you're here wondering if Ivy's gonna make it, if Ares is going to survive, if Marcus is finally going to get what's coming to him, and if Vincent is sitting in his office realizing he just got his daughter killed with his stupid ego. (Spoiler alert for Book 2: Vincent is DEFINITELY having that realization. And it's going to destroy him. But we'll get to that later.) Let me tell you something about this story. When I first started writing "My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret," I thought it was going to be a simple revenge tale. You know—woman gets cheated on, woman gets strong, woman makes everyone regret underest

It hurt my feelings to see him like that but I gave a cold face instead, killing those concerns off. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaking. “I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, stepping closer. “I saved your life once. Are you really going to throw it away now?” My tears spilled over as I shook my head. “You don’t understand. I have nothing. No one. My family hates me, my ex-husband took everything, and I… I just can’t keep fighting. I'm sorry to break this to you but I am disappointed that you didn't leave me to die that time”

Dozens of missed calls and messages from Mia and Damian were staring back at me. ‘Where are you Clover?’ ‘Answer me, Baby. Please talk to me.’ I silenced it all as disgust rolled through me, bitter as the leftover drink. I'd slept with a stranger while my husband, no, ex-husband? was probably losing his mind. I flagged a cab, wincing as I slid onto the seat. The ache still pulsed with every bump in the road, a constant reminder of last night. “Hale Manor,” I told the driver, leaning back. It was time for me to eventually leave for good. No more living in that cage.

"I've been preparing to take back what they stole from me. My husband. My family. My life." I turned to face her fully, something shifting inside me like tectonic plates rearranging. "But that life was never worth fighting for. Stefan never loved me, not really. My parents never saw me, not clearly. Rose never considered me her sister, only an obstacle." I moved to the window overlooking Manhattan's glittering expanse. A view fitting for who I was becoming. Not Camille Lewis, forgotten daughter and discarded wife. But Camille Kane, heir to an empire, architect of vengeance.

Yet, despite everything, I had continued supporting Richard’s company from the shadows. After all I had sacrificed for that ungrateful man—including donating my kidney as a wedding gift—he still had the audacity to cheat on me with another woman, get her pregnant, and, in the ultimate betrayal, transplant my kidney into her. I was still lost in the furious whirlwind of that flashback when Dave’s voice pulled me back. “Miss Harrington, can you hear me?” I brushed my hair away from my face. “Yes, I’m still here. And no, I don’t think it’s time for me to return to the mansion yet.”

I died watching my husband hand our survival to another bitch like I was nothing. Woke up three days before hell started again, signed the divorce papers with a smirk, and walked out with rage and a universe that owed me. This time? I'm not dying for anyone. Now I've got money, a secret estate, and this dark hunger inside me that makes powerful men lose their damn minds. My ex is crawling back. A soldier watches me like I'm his next addiction. A genius wants to take me apart with his hands. They're all obsessed now that I'm untouchable. But I didn't come back to be fucked over—I came back to fuck shit up. Seventy-two hours until the world ends. I'm not looking for a prin

Rosa's eyes followed the pillow until it landed on the floor, she was hesitant to pick it back up for fear that he might toss it back to the ground. "Why the fuck is Mia so stupid? Is wanting to get married to my dad not enough for her. Why would she do a thing like this? Now my reputation is at stake, everything that I've worked for is going to be ruined all because that bitch can't contain her anger." "Woah, woah, woah. Hold on now. I don't think I heard that well!" Rosa let out, "your ex is getting married to your father?" Rosa said at the top of her lungs, her bewilderment clouding her thoughts.

Dawn crept through the curtains when I collapsed on the couch — the scent of hotel sheets still clinging to my skin. Regret pressed down on me, heavy and sour, but not strong enough to erase the memory of his hands. Fuck. I slept with my friend’s husband — my husband’s friend. There isn’t a word filthy enough for what I’ve become in the name of revenge.