Novel & Cerita My Ruthless Ex Husband

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.

She said and my heart skipped a beat. "Let me go Lisa, I'm sure Alex will never love me. He loves me and not you." I replied, trying to stand up. She slapped me and I kicked my face as I fell to the floor, almost unconscious. "It's funny how you trusted me so much, couldn't you see all the signs? In case you're wondering how I got the money to buy James and also Oliver, I dated a rich Mafia leader and when he died, his money and properties became mine." She said and laughed.

I rushed over to him, panick rushing through my veins. "Hubby what's wrong? Who was that and why would you break your phone like that?" He looked straight into my eyes. His gaze cold as ice. "I think I'm hallucinating," He muttered. "Hubby tell me what's wrong?" I asked worriedly. "It's my ex wife-I...I thought she was dead ..We buried her ...But I don't know how she got my number and how she is-" He stammered, "It must be a prank."

"Yes, you're right—it was all me! I want your ex-husband dead, but it's really taking a toll! What's the harm in giving in to me?! Why did you have to keep obsessing over a lowlife gigolo?! Once you marry me, your family can return to the fold of the Southstream Lanes while I solidify my place in my family. All of Riverton would be ours once our families come together, but you can't even understand something so simple! You really are stupid!" Utterly crazed right then, he bellowed, "Boys, get in here and take her away! I'll have her tonight—you said your ex-husband never touched you for three years? From where I'm standing, he's impotent, but I'll show you the pleasure of being a woman soon!

I gritted out angrily at him for making me realize how much I had been missing and it made me feel vulnerable that he might not want to be with me after hearing this. He was silent for a while and I was preparing for his withdrawal when he said. "I'm pissed about not being your first" I turned around in shock and hit his chest, "Are you kidding?" I asked thinking he was messing with me. "No. But don't worry about it I might get over it if you give me the name of that ex of yours" He gave a sinister smile. "Never! So you can find him and torture him to death" I scoffed and returned back to what I was doing, I couldn't believe my psychotic husband.

The family that taught me how to eat, what sexual orientation of child to give birth to, but couldn’t control and keep my ex-husband away from me. Alexander, the love of my life began staring at me with so much concern now, the entire shit running through my head. His eyes were scanning me like never before. Richard hurt and hurts me so bad even without trying. I never thought about this but I think I want him dead now. Richard. For my sanity. Enough games with him…trying to hide from my fucking husband, Alexander Zeus. I don’t know how Richard does it but how do I begin telling my husband, Alexander Zeus that my ex-husband, Richard is still tormenting me and that I’m reconsidering getting r

I shoved my knife into his neck, where his main artery kept him alive and watched him gurgle, choking on his blood and I never delighted more in the sound of a man dying. “My. Woman.” I let go of his body, and he collapsed sideways into the sand, the blood soaking into it. “Ales .” My wife’s soft voice snapped me out of my rage, and I turned to find her watching me. Fuck, I kept showing my ruthless side to my wife. It wasn’t exactly a way to get her to stay with me. I had to take care of her first. She didn’t need to see all my cruelty and ruthlessness. At least not now. But with our gazes locked, instead of fear, her eyes glimmered with something else.

"I think I need some space." "Space from what?" "My husband who moans his ex's name." "I told you that was a mistake." He starts moving closer to me. "Don't you think that maybe you are overreacting?" "I'm overreacting?!" I push him away. "Then leave me alone and go to your fùcking ex who doesn't overreact! She's the woman you're inlove with, right! That's why you moan her name when you're busy fùcking your wife! That's why you let her live in our fùcking house and leave your wife alone to go to Greece with her! That's why you hire some fùcking private Investigator to look for her when you didn't hire one when I went missing! I'm so tired of dealing with this bullshit!"

"You have all day to think just like you planned the escape and flew to another country without caring about anything. I'm sure you can find any solution to this situation, right wifey?" Mocking, he left her tied to his bed without a forehead kiss. Her heart squeezed in painfully when he did that. She couldn't believe he was being this cruel, but she knew better who her husband was. She can't fool herself, knowing very well that her husband is some ruthless mafia of New York City. One thing was sure, she had never seen him this cruel to her and it was breaking her heart. She had only witnessed his cruelty when he wanted to avenge his brother.