Novel & Cerita My Ruthless Ex Husband

Chris Richards stood in the doorway looking round the room, then he spotted Jason and walked towards him. He was tall and broad shouldered, his greying hair had been dyed back to it’s original ash blonde color. He was well dressed like always in a dark blue suit. He was the richest man in California and was known as a ruthless businessman who did anything to score a point in business. His personal life wasn't the best either. His four ex wives had all complained of how mean and abusive he was.

“He’s… He’s… my ex-husband.” “Oh.” I was taken aback. I didn’t know that she had been married. Emily took a deep breath, her voice shaky. “Antoine. He’s… he’s been controlling and abusive. It started small, but over time, he got worse. It wasn’t just emotional manipulation. He’d physically harm me too.” I felt a surge of anger and sympathy. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

But I know that it's already too late for me to regret everything that happened though. I am already married to the ruthless billionaire, and I could never change that fact anymore. Well, not unless I travel back in time, which is not very possible to happen. "Wow. Kier Henderson must be the luckiest person to have such handsome and rich son-in-law. Finally, huh? A big catch. Henderson Company won't surely be back in the mud ever again. Afterall, our bride here has the ruthless billionaire by their side." The lady added while chuckling, and I didn't like seeing her happy face as well as her voice. So so much that I badly want to make a scene here by pulling her hair and smash her head right

Mark reacted with a jolt and quickly took Rex's jacket to cover his face as he scurried to the car. "Get in! F*ck! Your ex-wife destroyed me today!" When Rex and Mark got into the car, Mark quickly put on his clothes while complaining. "Your ex-wife is such a femme fatale. She's so ruthless and heartless! I can't beat her." Rex's face turned cold when he heard his muttered words. He took out a cigarette with his slender fingers and lit it. The smoke coming from the cigarette made his eyes seem dim and inscrutable.

When I still refused to speak, Wesley lost the last of his patience. He turned to the camera. "This man is my mother's first husband. The same man who sold her to a gambling house to pay off his debts! And that's not all. After my dad married my mom, he kept coming around to harass my little sister Sadie. He said once she was old enough, he'd sell her off too!" The comments erupted. [She's insane! She threw away her daughter, her son, everything… for her ex-husband! She drove her own husband to kill himself!]

My gaze never left him. He took off his coat and put it aside. He sat next to me and took hold of my hand. "I'm quite possessive and protective when it comes to my woman." He said, taking hold of my hand. "I'm a ruthless boss when it's about my outfit." He said as he threaded our fingers together. My stomach clenched with need. "There's a reason your family has kept everything a secret from you. I don't want to ruin your fairytale dreams, wife." He said.

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.

"You're insane." "Perhaps. But I'm also your only option." His voice hardened. "Let me be clear about what this marriage would entail. You'll live under my roof. Attend events as my wife. Follow my rules. You'll have no access to money. No contact with friends or family without my permission. You will rely entirely on me for everything. And I'll have you arrested right away if you cross the line even once." "This is blackmail." "The word 'blackmail' is so offensive. I would rather see it as a win-win situation. You avoid going to jail. I get a wife who knows her place."

"Is the woman living in your house really your wife?" "Is it true she visited your grandmother pretending to be family?" Jason’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and cold. "She’s not my wife. Claire Wynne my real wife died in prison five years ago." Matt’s smile froze in place. Mandy stiffened for half a second but quickly masked it, looking pleased. Jason stared straight at Matt, as if daring him to move. The reporters pressed harder. "Do you have proof?" Jason sneered. "You think I'd mistake my own wife?"