My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage Novels & Stories

Melody Nolan was the proud heiress to the wealthy Nolan family. Why would she bow down to a man who already had another woman in his heart?The first thing she did upon regaining her memory was to get a divorce.In the city of Bayridge, it was common knowledge that the wealthy Christopher Bolton married a girl from the slums who was known for her greedy and materialistic nature. Yet one day, they divorced. Everyone said, "It must be a scheme to get more money!" Christopher said, "In three days, she'll come crawling back." Contrary to everyone’s expectations, the girl returned to the Nolan family and became an heiress who wouldn't spare him a glance. She revealed her hidden talents as a hacker, a top-notch doctor, and the nation's top designer—everything Christopher had been looking for. It was then he discovered the truth... Upon reuniting on a rooftop terrace during a business banquet, he pinned her against the cold railing. Tears flooding his eyes, he knelt reverently before her and begged, "Mel, I'm willing to be a substitute. Will you allow me to stay by your side?"

He reached into the envelope and pulled out papers, thick, white, neatly stapled. “I want a divorce.” ****** When mirella’s husband hands her divorce papers the same day she plans to tell him she’s pregnant, her perfect world falls apart. He claims his first love is back and carrying his child. Left heartbroken and homeless, mirella is forced to stay with her brothers best friend, the man who’s secretly loved her for years. He offers her safety, comfort and helps her find herself again. But living under one roof soon stirs emotions neither of them can ignore. Just as mirella begins to open her heart again, her ex returns, begging for a second chance. Now she must choose between, the man who broke her or the man who’s loved her all along. Who will mirella choose? Will she end up falling in love with her brothers best friend? Or will she return to the billionaire ex-husband who broke her heart.

“I won’t, just want a foreplay with you Abby” He said to me cheerfully. He ran his fingers into my pants and made his way to my pussy which he played with. He began fingering me like I was going to run away from him. “I thought those are your fingers, why do they feel like they are your cock going into my ass?” I questioned, feeling pain all over my pussy. “I guess it’s because you are pregnant for me, Abby” He spoke into my ears as I began breathing heavily. “Uhh… Ahhh Jack?” I hoarse emotionally as I grabbed him by his neck, pushing his lips closer to my boobs. He understood what I wanted, so he gave it to me. He took in my nipple into his warm mouth or should I say his sugar coated mouth and with so much rush, he fondled and sucked on my hard nipple for so long. “That’s it Jack, over there Jack… That’s the right point, baby!” I said out, trying to maintain my voice. I was really enjoying his foreplay and wished he could go in, but he just wouldn’t make me feel the way I wanted. Enough about me, let’s switch to you” I placed my hand on his chest as I made him kneel on my bed.

He accused her of betrayal. She walked away without defending herself. Three years later, Adrian Cole sees a child with his eyes… and a woman he thought he’d never see again. Noelle Vale is no longer the wife he once doubted. She’s colder now. Untouchable. And completely done with him. She won’t explain the past and she won’t revisit what he broke. But the truth has a way of surfacing. And when it does, Adrian is forced to face the one thing he’s spent years avoiding He was wrong. She’ll let him be a father. But love? That’s a door she’s already closed.

She gave them everything—her love, her trust, her time. But in the end, it wasn’t enough. After eight years of marriage and five years of motherhood, Maya’s world shattered. Her son cried out for another woman to be his mother, and her husband brushed it off like it meant nothing. But Maya knew—children don’t lie. So she made the hardest decision of her life: she let them go. Everyone thought she’d come crawling back, broken and regretful. But instead of falling apart, Maya rose stronger than ever. She filed for divorce without looking back and poured her heart into rebuilding her life. Now, months later, when her ex shows up with their son, asking her to come home, Maya is no longer the woman who once begged for love. She’s a woman with her own name, her own strength, and a future that doesn’t include them. It's okay... And makes sense. But, they wants to be part of that her world

“I bled for you, I need you to bleed to death, for me. Falling for you again will be over my dead body.” He simply hummed, locking my wrists above my head before asking in a hoarse whisper, “Just how long until we explode from these lies, my little firecracker?” ___________ He was her first love. And he intended to be her last, no matter how much she fought it, how much she convinced herself that she was back for revenge. Grace lost her baby, her marriage, and questionably, her sanity along the line. Vincent, her ex-husband, destroyed her life. She was out to destroy his. What happens when he has other plans? Was there still any space for love in her heart?

He ruined me once. And now he’s back to finish the job—I can feel it. Else how do you explain this? The one man I should never see again is everywhere. In my head. In my bed when I close my eyes. In the wet dreams that leave me aching for the man who ghosted me after four years. That isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal. People run from danger. They run from pain. But me? It feels like I’m running straight toward it. Or worse—like it’s running toward me. Roman Ward. The bane of my existence. And God help me… the only man I can’t escape.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.

"I was in the hospital for 7 days, 7 whole days, and not even once did you come to see me. Yet you have the time to have sex with my cousin? My own cousin, Nicholas!" She was furious, her anger evident in her voice. "Well, it's a good thing you caught us. At least this, I believe, will help you move on." He leaned on the side of the door with his arms folded across his chest as he stared at Jessica. Her mouth gaped open; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Had he really broken up with her the way he did because of her cousin? Jessica, a beautiful 26-year-old surgeon, experiences a life-altering accident on her wedding day, shattering her world. She wakes up in the hospital to discover severe injuries, but worst of all, her hand has been impaired due to the accident. As if that weren't enough, her fiancé broke up with her. What will happen when she enters into a contract marriage with a man bent on helping her seek revenge on her ex-fiancé, a man her fiancé has also wronged? What will happen when she finds out her accident was orchestrated by someone? What will occur when her ex-fiancé suddenly realizes he made a mistake and is determined to win her back? Will she return to him or exact her cold revenge? Find out in this thrilling romantic novel, "Revenge Against My Ex-Fiancé."

My stomach flared up again after pulling an all-nighter at work, so I asked my fiancee to go home and grab my medicine. Two hours later, she finally came back, but she was empty-handed. "Where's the medicine?" I asked weakly. "Oh, I forgot. Chris called last minute and said he had a fever, so I went to bring him some fever meds first." After she said that, she dialed a number on her phone and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling any better now?" On the other end of the line was the childhood friend she always talked about. At that moment, I calmly pulled the IV needle out of my hand and told her we were done. She frowned. "Just because I went to take care of Chris first?" "I was on an IV drip. He just has a common cold." I said each word slowly. "Can you be a little more mature?" she asked with a look of disappointment on her face. "Fine. If that's how you feel, then whatever." She thought it was just an ordinary argument. She had no idea that the moment she chose to forget the medicine that could've saved me, our relationship had already reached a point of no return.