Married To My Ex Husband Rival Novels & Stories

I had her ex-family invited to the wedding, only for that bastard Milo to try hitting her. My fingers clenched into fists at the memory. If not for the laid-down rules of the Mafia Consortium, I’d have spilled his blood. Another post popped up that someone had tagged me in on TikTok. The media was clearly obsessed with my wife. I had been too at a certain point. She intrigued me in a way no female ever has. It felt like she gave all she had, but there was still a piece of her she held back and hid from the world, and it drove me crazy trying to find out what it could be.

Some highly paid tech genius working for a competitor who would love nothing more than to plant a landmine in the middle of my marriage and cause a scandal that could bring down Adams Petroleum and Gas. That’s what I told myself, anyway, because the alternative was uglier. It wouldn’t be the first time someone with enough jealousy and cash had tried to ruin me. In my world, a seemingly happy marriage was just another target. People liked to see cracks in the walls they couldn’t climb. But fuck I just got married barely two weeks now! What’s with the sudden attack? I wanted to believe it’s a lie but the details of that photo and the relationship between Bella and Giveon kept clawing at me.

"I have my doubts." "And how does that feel? The doubt?" "Like being in a room with someone I can't see. Like they're moving things around while I'm not looking, and when I turn around, everything's slightly wrong but I can't point to what changed." Angela darkened the neckline of the garment to give it more shape. "My ex-husband is very good at moving things around and making things seem like they happened differently than they did." A note was scribbled by Dr. Mendel's pen. "Tell me about that. How did he get away with it while you were married?"

"Can you believe it? My husband is cheating on me. And now… his mistress is carrying his child." Her chest rose and fell quickly at the thought as her eyes locked onto his. "Tell me, Mr Smith… if he can cheat, why can’t I? Wouldn’t it be more interesting if I did it with the one man he hates the most? With his sworn enemy?" Miguel raised a brow. "Does Klein know you’re here, desperate to get on the sheets of the man he can’t stand?"

Grace was crying happily into her third glass of wine. I thought about the girl I'd been the morning my sister walked into my wedding and took everything. How certain I had been that my life was over. It hadn't been. It had been a door I didn't know how to open. Then, I assumed Since My Twin and Fiancé Betrayed Me, The best option was to get Married to His Rival

He didn't look at me; he simply rolled over to the other side of the bed and fell into a heavy sleep. I lay there in the dark, the silk sheets now felt like ice against my skin. I felt the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of my pussy, a reminder of what we had just done, but I felt like a ghost I am Olivia Bennett. To the world, I am the lucky woman who married the King of New York, but the truth is, I am a contract wife. I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's

Regan smiled as he hugged his wife. His large fingers stroked Ravelina’s belly, “Being my wife isn’t easy, even after we have a child, storms in a marriage always happen,” Regan said wisely. Ravelina nodded as she leaned on her husband’s shoulder, “It’s very difficult to be your wife, remember my rival used to be Viona. And now, after we love each other, there’s even someone who wants to take you away from me,” “Now I have to be on guard,” Ravelina said with a smile, Regan looked at her.

I sink back into my chair, shaking, the truth finally crushing down on me. My ex isn’t just my ex, he’s my fiancé’s brother. And this marriage just turned into a war.

​I took a slow, deep breath, resting my free hand over my stomach as I leaned back against Carter’s solid, warm frame. ​"I have a real life now," I said, my voice turning ice-cold and unshakeable. "I am married to a real man who actually protects me. And I am pregnant with Carter's child." ​I heard a sudden, sharp gasp tear out of Damian’s throat over the line—a hollow, agonizing sound of total ruin. ​"Don't ever call this house again," I said coldly. "Go rot in whatever hell you built for yourself." ​Before he could utter another word, I pulled the phone away from my ear and slammed the receiver back onto the hook.

"Go to bed." She walked away. I heard the mattress dip as she got in. I stood alone in the dark hallway, listening to the house go quiet. Then my phone buzzed again. Marcus. I opened it. *I couldn't wait until tomorrow. The settlement was paid four years ago, before you ever met her. The name on it is Alexa's.* I looked at her bedroom door. And for the first time, I wondered who I had really married.