My Ruthless Ex Husband Novelas e Histórias

I could practically see the undisguised want simmering in the endless depths of those dark eyes. A small, stubborn part of me rallied one last time, insisting that this was a line I absolutely could not allow myself to cross. Jason was my ex-husband, for fuck's sake. Not to mention the principal of my son's school! But Jason was already leaning in, his intoxicating masculine presence obliterating any feeble attempts at resistance. I turned my face to the side at the last possible second, but the man didn't even break stride. He simply altered his angle of attack without missing a beat.

I heard him scream and at the mention of my husband I rushed out . I saw everyone staring at the tv like something was happening and when I walked closer I met the greatest shock of my life . My ex husband was harry Hoffman the richest man in the world ,like how wae that even possible . He didn't tell Me that ,all he did was never show me his family telling me that they were dead. How dare him . "You just have to let it go, you see. It seems like that man is just a scam and he played with you "my mother told while the tears rushed out of my eyes .

I spruced my scarf and continued searching for her in the frostiness. The city seemed to hold its breath, mirroring the anxiety that gripped my soul after a slight thunderstorm. My eyes darted, scanning every face, every passerby, hoping to catch a glimpse of Carla amidst the bustling crowd. As I turned a corner, my heart skipped a beat. Standing before me, looking as anxious and determined as I felt, was Carla's ex-husband, Dr Richard Hall. His eyes widened in surprise as they met mine. "I remember you, ain't you the billionaire who was once obsessed with my wife?" Richard asked, his voice laced with anger and jealousy as he frowned and I chortled upon hearing his pathetic attempt to declar

he said, his voice dangerously close to a shout. My skin burned under his grip. I shoved him off, fury burning in my chest. “Who are you that I shouldn’t walk out at?!” He glared, his voice rough when he spat back, “Your husband. Your ex-husband. And I want you back!” The words hit like a stone. I almost laughed at the audacity, but instead, I hissed, sharp and bitter.

Her whole body was trembling now, like she was barely keeping herself from falling apart completely. She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. When she finally spoke, her voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear her. "It's Adrian." The name hit me like a physical blow. My vision went red around the edges, and every muscle in my body coiled tight with rage. Adrian. Her ex-husband. The man who'd made her life hell for years, the bastard I had warned to stay away from her. My hands curled into fists on the arms of the chair, and I had to fight the urge to punch something. The pieces were starting to fall into place, the desperate need for cash, the fear in her eyes, the way she'd

I didn't bother to hire a cab, it was so stupid of me but I needed some time to figure out my next step before heading back to home. I met my ex-husband after five years and he has not changed a bit. He's the same ruthless man who doesn't care for my feelings and turned completely blind to diffentiate between good and bad people. He has a snake for a wife but he thinks she loves him the most in this world.

“Let’s cut the small talk. I need protection. Money. Resources. In return, I’ll give you whatever you want on the Vitales.” Rossi leaned back, studying me. “You really willing to sell out your ex-wife’s family? After everything?” I laughed, but it sounded ugly even to me. “She stopped being my wife the day she burned my life down. I don’t owe her shit anymore.” He was quiet for a long moment, then signaled the bartender for two drinks. When they arrived, he pushed one toward me. “Tell me what you have.”

DIANA I’m screwed. I lost all my senses. Lying in bed, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. My body ached—a sinful reminder of last night’s reckless decision. I was supposed to despise this man, resist him, yet here I was, watching him, unable to look away. Ruther Yanno Wrevco. My husband. The man who shattered my resolve and made me forget who I was.

I looked at him when I heard what he said because I didn't understand what he meant by that; if I never had any plan, I would not have accepted to do this thing with him in the first place. “You said that what you need the most is your son and what I need the most is my husband returning back to me and forgetting about that lady completely, and that is exactly what I’m doing. I don’t understand what you’re talking about now.” He said that beside me, and I swallowed my saliva because I was nervous. I know that he’s a very ruthless person; although he appears to be good, he’s very dangerous.

I felt humiliated, exposed, and yet, a flicker of stubbornness glazed my eyes as our gazes held. " Yes," I admitted, coldly, yanking his hand away from my chin, a cold smirk playing on my lips. " Why wouldn't I, Rhys? My husband is in love with another woman, the very woman who tried to kill me. And while I was there, fighting for my life, he was somewhere, nestled in her arms, balls deep inside her!" I spat, my words rough and bare, exposing the twisted game for what it was. " You are still married to me, but you get to f*ck her. You have your perfect Luna, and your trophy girlfriend on the side. Isn't life perfect for you, Alpha Rhys?" I asked, a mockery-wrapped laughter erupting from my l