My Ruthless Ex Husband Novels & Stories

"I hear you're working odd jobs to survive?" "I am," I nodded. "How pitiful," another woman said with fake sympathy. "It must hurt, falling from the clouds into the mud." "It's alright." My calm infuriated them. "Stop acting so high and mighty!" the blonde snapped. "If you hadn't betrayed your fated mate, you'd be—" "Enough." A deep male voice cut them off. I turned and saw Julian. My ex-husband. He was as perfect as ever—tall, elegant, with the signature silver-gray eyes of the Stormclaw Alpha. The reason I threw Soren away.

Then he was gone, leaving me with a coffee I couldn’t taste and a bouquet I didn’t know where to put. But the real bombshell came fifteen minutes later when Chelsea came storming into my office, heels clicking with purpose. She shut the door behind her and folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at me. “So…?” she prompted, eyebrow raised. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “So what?” Chelsea pointed at the flowers like they were radioactive. “Don’t play dumb. The entire office just saw your ex-husband walk in here like some kind of Hallmark movie protagonist. What is going on, Demi?”

"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?"

Roseline asked, pointing a finger at him. “I’m a grown man Rose, what are you both even doing here?” He asked them. We looked at them and then started to leave, we had been on a wild goose chase to catch my horrible ex, there was no reason for us to be around them when they were having their family reunion. “Where do you think you’re going? Husband snatcher” Jenna said, her lips as sharp as ever. “Husband snatcher? You call that dog of a man a husband?” I paused “Please, you both are disgusting, He called me, if I knew it was him..I wouldn’t even be here” I snapped.

"What could you possibly want after all this time, Noah?" The return of her ex-husband to the city was something she had never even thought was possible. But not only had he done that, but he was now actively coming after her? Olivia knew a lot of things about Noah Grant, and one of them was that he never did anything without a very good reason. So what exactly could have made him come back to a wife he had abused and disregarded for so long?

"That old punk is obsessed with a male heir. He blames you for your brother's death. If he knows that he has....." "Son of a bitch." I immediately regret the words that came out of my mouth. Even if he is about to ruin my life, I thought of his mother and his dark past. But this man has zero compassion. "In deed,I am. So don't mind me acting like one." "You are a complete loser." "Call me one,doc, after I had gone bankrupt. I found a way before that happens." "By ruining my life? If I said no,you will expose Cayden's son?"

Devi chuckled, a dark, ruthless sound that vibrated in the tiled room. He turned on the gold faucets, the roar of the water echoing her internal chaos. "I never claimed to be a saint, baby. I'm a stalker who kept his prize. I'm a CEO who closed a hostile takeover. But I’m the only one who will never sell you." He lowered her into the steaming water, the heat a sharp shock to her chilled system. He knelt by the tub, his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal the scars on his forearms reminders of the wars he’d fought to get to this room. He took a silk sponge and began to wash the grit of the sea from her shoulders, his touch understanding and terrifyingly tender.

"I might as well make it worth it." As the van sped toward Prato, I watched the city lights blur. Rachelle thought I was a sacrifice. She thought she was alone in this war. She didn't realize that in these final days of our "marriage," I wasn't just her husband. I was the man who was going to burn the world down just to make sure she was the only one standing in the ashes. "Drive faster," I growled. "My wife has a factory to take over, and I'd hate for her to be late."

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.

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.