I Am The Male Lead's Ex Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Back the fuck off, creep. She clearly doesn’t want you near her.” Girad displayed that polished and charming smile again so Percy would step away thinking there was no problem. “This is between me and my girlfriend.” He turned to me with the same smile that held a warning gaze beneath. “Corleone, tell your little friend here that we’re working things out.” I swallowed hard. The fear was choking me, but Percy’s solid presence gave me a thread of courage. “I am not your girlfriend anymore,” I snapped in a low voice, then my voice got loud. “This is Girad. My ex.”

She looked like she owned the world and didn’t give a single damn about who knew it. And I? I sat there in black. Fitting. Like a shadow. Like the afterthought. Like the ex that never even got to be real. Alpha Darius stepped forward—tall, arrogant, dangerous—and reached out to take her hand. They smiled at each other. And then they kissed. Everyone applause. But me? I just sat there, my smile stiff as glass, clapping along while my insides burned. After all, they were the Alpha and the Luna.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Stay away." She tried to push Phedra Elizabeth away but her strength was not enough, she had to turn back, the male lead now walked calmly." "Homeless. I'm so sorry." “I miss you so much. The guilt just wrapped around me.” The male lead spoke up. “Didn't you say you liked me before? Want to be a couple with me? Nothing has gone, it makes me so sad.” “What else is this? The male lead's charm?"

The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust that had once bound them together. "I trusted you, Rita! I trusted you enough to share every detail of my marriage, and all this time you were fucking my husband behind my back. What kind of friend does that?" Stacy's voice rose, fueled by a mix of fury and heartbreak. Her eyes blurred with tears and her words trembled with the weight of her emotions. But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

Five years ago, for the sake of my fiancee, Ellia Murdock, I went overseas alone to deal with all the obstacles her family faced. The day I returned, she sent a car to pick me up to attend her son's birthday party. She smiled and introduced me as her long-lost uncle, who was also crazy, in front of all the guests. Her son clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Mommy, I want to ride the crazy horse!" Ellia's smile vanished. Her voice turned cold as she ordered, "Jason, don't ruin Nial's fun. Get down." My heart jolted. I glared at her. "Ellia, you want me to let a brat ride me like a horse?" Right after I finished my sentence, her current husband slapped me across the face. "What's with the

I stood up immediately and left. I went straight to the only place I knew he usually goes to answer his calls— his study. As I opened the study door, my heart dropped at the sight in front of me; my blood ran cold; right in front of me was Jerry kissing another woman, not just any woman, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, Jessica. The purse in my hands fell to the ground, and my heart broke into many pieces. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how could he do this to me, today of all days. Jessica was the woman he was meant to settle down with, but she broke his heart and relocated to another country.

Controlled. I hesitated. Too long. Her pupils widened. “No,” she breathed. “No. Don’t tell me this is—” “Alex.” Silence settled between us, thick and absolute. Leah didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Ten full seconds passed before she laughed once, sharp and disbelieving. “No,” she said. “Absolutely not.” “I’m serious.” She stared at me like I had just rewritten the laws of physics. “Alexander Bells,” she said slowly. “The cold CEO. Your ex-boyfriend’s father. The scandal we are actively trying to erase from your life. That man.”

“Call me back, I want to hear your voice…” “Don't I have the right to be jealous? she was your first love for goddess sake!” “I hate you…” “I'm sorry, I didn't mean that I love you.” I was sending that last text when I got an alert from a private account I'd created since he blocked me on my main account on the pack forum. I was drenched in disappointment when I noticed the alert was actually from Cassie's account but then curiosity pushed me to check and I saw a picture of her fingers and my husband’s entangled while his mate ring was painfully absent.

I slowly retrieve my hand from her thighs, the movement making my blood rush to my dick. I groan, grabbing her jaw and nibbling on her lower lip, the soft pull and the gasp she lets out make me wanna kiss the shit out of her but I don't. My ex girlfriend cheated on me with someone I would have called a friend, I don't know this Tristan dude but I know he doesn't deserve to get cheated on. "Come find me when you break up with your boyfriend, yeah?" I bring myself to my feet and I leave.