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We smiled at each other when someone stupid interrupted once more… “Hey! What are you guys doing?! Stop that shit! Jay just do your job!” He’s like a dog who never stops barking. What is this? My fake husband is jealous? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

Last drank water? I couldn't remember. "Shh, baby. Mama's here." I adjusted my shirt and positioned Charlotte for nursing. She latched on immediately, her tiny hands gripping my shirt. "That's it. You're okay. We're okay." But we weren't okay. We were in a basement. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. With a man who'd already proven he was capable of murder. My ex-husband. The man I'd once trusted. Once married. Once believed loved me.

When he stopped in front of me, his voice trembled slightly as he said, “Please, let’s talk.” I thought to myself, after all the betrayal and everything he put me through, he still has the nerve to beg for my attention. He believes I should listen as if nothing happened. My patience evaporated at the sight of him. He spoke again, more urgently this time. “We can reconcile and start over,” he insisted, reaching forward as though he intended to grab my hand. I shifted my stance, refusing to allow him even that small connection. With a steady voice, I told him, “Ex-husband, step aside.” The words left me firm and sure, drawing a boundary he could not cross. I watched realization sink into his e

While some celebrated the joy, together with the couple, others, on the other hand, did not do well at all, that event. Melissa had come out of her bedroom to get some fresh air. After her husband had spent it, sinking into her ass, and doing everything he wanted, with his body until he was completely satisfied, and asleep in the bedroom, the woman managed to get out of his grip, to get out of that infernal place, although she smiled at the man to please him, during the act, she only felt pain and revulsion towards him, she had regretted having married that subject. Shortly after, colliding with reality, the man was a womanizer, without qualms, he was only interested in someone, his satisfac

The insides of my stomach twisted in something I couldn’t recognize, but I didn’t turn to face him. Turns out I didn’t have to, because Quentin moved until he was in front of me again, his head tilted slightly as he regarded me. “You’re out here all alone while your husband is in the bathroom with a woman he used to be in love with. I haven’t been able to prove that this marriage is fake, but I suppose I don’t even need to do that.” My lips trembled as Quentin steps closer. “You’ve fallen for him, haven’t you? And it’s tearing you apart on the inside that he’s forever going to be attached to his first love.”

Soon, he slammed into her hard, making her moan softly. “Nathan, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper. Nathan groaned into her ear and froze inside her. Tessa’s entire body was trembling, pulsating with pleasure. When it finally ebbed, her eyes went wide. Oh my God. After years of cursing and hating him, she had let her ex-husband fuck her again? Tessa squirmed in Nathan’s arms, trying to free herself from his tight grip, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place as he pressed deeper, making sure all of him stayed inside.

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.

Multiple POVs Celia This country was my fresh start. When my father had informed me that he wanted me to move back to the country where he lived, I was overjoyed. I thought everything would slowly fall back in place but I guess something never went as planned. First of all, the man I loved and wanted wasn’t paying me much attention because there was another woman in his life. A small problem, one I could handle myself. But tonight, that woman had proven to be more than a little problem.

Problems I'd carefully orchestrated. "I just... the way she looked at me..." "Stefan, sweetheart." I let the steel edge into my sweetness. "Are you having second thoughts? After everything we've been through?" "No! No, of course not. I love you. I've always loved you." "Then stop calling me about your ex-wife. It's pathetic." I hung up, tossing the phone aside. Men were so predictably weak. Even Stefan, who I'd spent four years grooming before pushing him toward Camille, still needed constant management.

Jake stared at me for a long moment, something warring behind his eyes, something that looked a lot like the boy who used to sneak me dessert and a lot less like the man who planned to divorce me in a year and marry someone else in the same breath. "Goodnight, Jolene," he said finally, voice rough, and walked away before I could see whatever it was he didn't want me to see. I stood there long after his door clicked shut, my heart doing something complicated and unwanted, something I didn't have a name for yet. Three hundred and thirty-six days left. And for the first time since the wedding, I wasn't sure which man in that house scared me more, the one who still had feelings for me buried und