My Ruthless Ex Husband Novels & Stories

I may not have evidence of what she had done, but even if there were evidence, it would mean nothing. “I know you are trying to bring me down. I still don't understand why.” I said. “You are just being delusional.” She said. I moved my gaze away from her chest. “You are too weak to handle a rival. You can admit, I'm the only one here.” But that rival is my ex-wife. Who has transformed herself and is looking hot and … I took another step. “I am not weak.” She pushed herself off the car.“You are.” She said in a challenging tone.

Ready whenever you are, baby. Trust me, that was all Vincent needed to devour me whole… and to think that this was the first of many nights like this as a married couple… I failed to ruin my billionaire ex-husband as promised, because he ruined me instead. THE END.

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

His cold eyes locked onto hers, and the weight of his words was enough to crush the little dream she had been holding onto. "I see you are still the bitch you were back then." The hurt in her heart was palpable, and she struggled to find the right words to defend herself. But he did not seem to care about her feelings as he continued, "A desperate woman like you, who can sleep with her ex-husband, can not imagine being around any man." Her vulnerability turned into a mix of anger and sadness. She wanted to explain that the night they spent together was an attempt to find closure, but she knew it would be futile. He had already made up his mind, and there was no room for understanding or em

The sound of porcelain shattering rang through the quiet, empty villa. "Shut up!" she yelled, her voice hoarse with rage. Ed laughed uncontrollably, blood lingering at the edges of his mouth. "Your ex-husband feared you'd be devastated without a child. He worked himself into the ground, staying up until 3:00 am every night. "He pushed himself relentlessly until the company went public. Sadly, all of his sacrifices were for someone as heartless as you." Fiona's knees gave way, crashing against the marble floor.

Are now in such a short while she was handing him her underwear and he was happily taking it looking about for a single second before taking it up to his nose and inhaling it passionately like it was the most expensive perfume in the world. Then he quickly brought it down and began to stroke himself thinking of the sense that he had just inhaled his hands began to move furiously as his ex-wife watched him and then when he was close to releasing all of his white cream and she was about to panic realizing that it would shoot at her something happened that totally stoned the two of them and left her completely speechless and Ethan on the floor with a bruise on his face. She took a moment to col

He needed me. My mind went back to the tension that had wrapped itself around us like a living thing. I groaned and shut my laptop harder than necessary. I wasn't some lovestruck teenager daydreaming about her first crush. I was a grown woman. A successful businesswoman who managed an international company. A mother raising two incredible children. A woman who had survived heartbreak, betrayal, divorce, and years of rebuilding herself from the ground up. So why was I sitting here replaying a moment with my ex-husband over and over again?

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

Questions about inheritance. Same problems. Then Ethan finally snapped. “This entire scandal is embarrassing the company,” he said sharply. “People are laughing at us.” “No,” I corrected calmly. “They are laughing at you.” His jaw clenched. “You married my pregnant ex-girlfriend.” “I married a woman you betrayed.” The room became silent. Ethan slammed his hand against the table. “You did this to punish me.” “You gave me plenty of reasons.” Victor watched quietly, amusement hidden behind his expression.

Grace grabbed everything and gave an awkward smile, "It will be best if Master doesn't find it out!" She gave me a pitiful smile before taking all the tools to the storehouse. I took a deep breath, my chest rose and fell with that emptiness I always felt soon after I got married to him—Alessandro Simmons, the richest man in the Pack and one of the most ruthless and controlling men I have ever met after my abusive drug addict father. The emptiness wasn’t just a feeling. It clung to my ribs like a phantom, like a hollow ache that never ceased gnawing at my insides.