My Ruthless Ex Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

“You know I don’t play games. And you also know how deep I can go when I have to. I don’t need to reintroduce myself. My father already left enough proof in every corner of this world.” Uncle Robert stayed quiet because he fully din't understand what was happening. “That nephew of yours clearly doesn’t know his place,” Mondragon continued, stepping closer. “He dared to point a gun at me. He broke into my house and took my wife. He doesn’t know the fire he’s playing with.” “What? TT?” Uncle Robert said, stunned. “If I don’t have my wife in the next 20 minutes,” Mondragon growled, “there’s going to be a shake bigger than what happened fifteen years ago.”

"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?!

Maybe she had an ex-boyfriend who was a former bagger, and he couldn’t understand why the thought of her having an ex bothered him. What’s wrong if she had an ex? All his women had exes, many of them, and sometimes they juggled multiple men. Lush shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like what I brought?” Ruth noticed him and disappointedly glanced at the food on his plate. “H-Ha?” He snapped back to reality, “I like it. Just taking a break.” He made an excuse and resumed eating. “You’re rich, by the way. I just grabbed something quick,” she said, sounding a bit down.

I’ll call the hospital right now—we can arrange the surgery immediately. Every gaze in the room snapped to Winter. She took a slow breath and stood. "Let me introduce you guys to my ex-husband," she said calmly. "He's the one who took the heart meant for my dad, all because his mistress had mild myocarditis." The room erupted. "How shameless!" "Ruining his own father-in-law's chances of survival for a lover? Disgusting!" "Is he from Harbor City? Why's he showing his face around here?"

The difference in treatment was laughable. "So," she said, settling in with that effortless grace only old money could buy. "You're the one who stood beside my stubborn grandson last night?" I nodded, bracing myself. She waved a dismissive hand. "That ex of yours—disgraceful. But let me tell you about this one." Rolin groaned loudly. "He may be as emotionally available as a brick wall," she continued, ignoring him, "but he doesn't run when things get hard. Unlike some people."