Novel & Cerita My Ruthless Ex Husband

I needed to hear his voice and remember that he was safe, that he was the only thing that truly mattered. ‎I carefully extracted myself from Silas's arms and grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on. His phone was on the nightstand. ‎But first, I needed to know what time it was so I wouldn't disturb Alexander id it was past his bedtime. I reached for his phone to check. ‎That's when I saw the notification. ‎A text message. ‎And the name on the screen made my entire body go rigid. ‎Marcus Richardson. ‎My ex-husband. The man whose debt placed me in Crowley arms.

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.

Knowing her… she might still… be attached to her ex-husband. “Oh, Semion!” His friends were shocked when he downed a bottle of alcohol suddenly. Damiano was the first to tease him. “Calm down, buddy! You don’t want to get drunk and end up making a scene! Hahaha!” “Tsk, tsk! I guess he’s triggered by his wife’s ex, huh?” Ezekiel said beside him. “Oh well. There’s nothing worse than men trying to win your wife’s heart and then abusing her once they’re done. I’ve been there. Good thing I already took care of that guy.”

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

My ex-wife. *****

DIRTY AFFAIR WITH HIS IDENTICAL TWIN Chapter 60~ I held in my breath, my pulse hammering against my ribs. I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat refused to go away. Richard wasn’t just some corporate rival. He was my ex-husband, the man who cheated on me with our real estate agent and betrayed me when I needed him most.

He was a psychopath. I laid on my bed, with his men standing outside the door. I cried bitterly, as my chest clenched tightly, with my lungs forgetting how to work. I needed to escape this Hell hole, find the location of the safe house where he kept my boys, and I needed to act fast. I jerked back to reality when the door creaked open. Shivers ran down my spine as I looked up to see who it was- My ruthless mafia husband, Gustavo. “Who do you think you are to walk around freely in my mansion?” Gustavo Sneered at me, before sitting beside the bed. The bed which was meant for a happy matrimony, only reminded me of the countless times I was molested by this monster.