My Ruthless Ex Husband Novels & Stories

My hand moved to my eyes as I wiped off the tears that were rolling down my cheeks "Don't tell me you're worried about that asshole of a man, you fucking know that he's having the best time of his life right now with that whore he calls a mistress. Tilda listen the man who made you enter that disgusting marriage is dead, don't you think it's time you leave that asshole of a husband!" Julia snapped, I shut my eyes for a moment, allowing the tears to fall freely.

She wound her arms around my neck as she pulled me closer. I pulled down my slacks, my cock teasing her entrance as she moaned. I waited for a reaction but she was wanton. "Take me," she whispered as she kissed my lips. I entered her. ... I watched the video as it played on my screen, my face filled with disgust and my heart boiled out of anger. Hector has gone far this time, I watched my wife with her ex-lover, Jake as they fooled around in the sheets. I gritted my teeth, deleting the video. I didn't want to see it. At all. It was disgusting.

How did my entire life turn upside down so incredibly fast? “Listen to me carefully, you bitch.” Her grip on my forearm tightened painfully, her sharp acrylic nails digging deep into my skin. “Raven is no longer your husband. He is the father of my child, and I will absolutely not tolerate you trying to stir up drama in my home. So get the fuck out of here before I decide to get rid of you permanently.”

But all I could think about was Richard's appeal. Angela noticed. "Are you okay? You seem distracted." "I am sorry. Just dealing with some personal stuff." "Anything I can help with?" I hesitated, then told her about the letters, the appeal, everything. Angela listened carefully. Then she said, "Can I tell you something? About my ex-husband?" "Of course." "He was abusive. Physically and emotionally. When I finally got the courage to leave him, he stalked me for two years. Called me constantly, showed up at my work, sent me flowers and letters begging me to come back."

Besides, I could die for all I know today after eventually meeting my husband. I might never get the chance to do this again. Thus, I turned to Camille and landed the hardest slap I could muster across her face. The force sent her off balance and she landed on her husband to be. It felt so satisfying. The thrill made my body come alive. "This is for always disrespecting me, Camille. I am.your elder and you will respect me!" I spat venomously. She glared at me in disbelief. She never once saw this day coming.

“You mean, I have to change my personality? To become… ruthless?” Ruthless. The word for some reason tasted sweet in my mouth. For months now, I tried everything possible to get over Damian's betrayal. Selene's pursuit of power, but the ugly scene kept on replaying over and over again. To ever get my revenge back, I must become ruthless, unpredictable to them. Elena nodded, clearly happy that I had made up my mind to take all that made me tears down. “Exactly. Ruthless, very precise, and cold hearted, but always carrying yourself with elegance. You’ll return stronger, and the storm they never saw coming.”

His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he sped off witn so rage boiling in his chest. ..................... “I don’t care if you tear the whole city apart,” Mon barked into the phone. “Find her. I want my wife back.” He paused with a clenched jaw. “Check every damn hospital. She’s in one of them.......I know it.” He ended the call, his fingers gripping the phone so hard his knuckles turned white. He was just about to turn and head up the stairs when BANG! His door burst open with a loud slam., WIth the guards trying to stop him.....

"I actually not looking forward about this. I mean, being considerate of me since you hate me so much. No offense, I mean, I know how much you hate me that you won't consider my feelings." Denver's face was sour at what Sandra said. He sighed weakly. Well, he can't blame his wife. He really is ruthless since he still hold grudge at her. Because if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be stuck. "That ia too rude for you to say." Sandra turned away. "Taste your own medicine, my love." She said and then closed her door. She laughed weakly before walking to the bathroom to clean her body. After she finished having half-bath, she received a message from her husband.

Ruthless and just as influential as me, he built his empire from the ground up, securing his place among the most powerful figures in the industry. Every major deal, every high-stakes contract—I had to fight him for it. “What do you want?” I demanded. “I’m calling about Celeste. What the hell’s going on? What have you done to her?!” Theo’s voice was filled with anger. I was immediately pissed off. How dare he call me out of nowhere and demand answers about how I treated my wife? He had no idea what had happened. No right to question me. And what did it matter to him, anyway?!