Ruthless Ex Husband の小説・ストーリー

"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?"

"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’m the acting CEO of Prestige Global and the daughter of Joseph Carter who passed away a couple of months ago.” I paused as a tear slid down my cheek. I was thinking about my father’s death but it was great. The more emotional, the better. “I’m making this video about my husband Eric Stanley. For the last five years, the sham we’ve called a marriage has been nothing but lies and betrayal and now….” I sobbed, my voice cracking. “It’s starting to destroy me. Two days ago, I came home to find Eric in bed with another woman. His mistress, whom he calls his secretary.” My voice cracked again. I held my throat, the tears flowing freely now.

She wound her arms around my neck as she pulled me closer. I pulled down my slacks, my cock teasing her entrance as she moaned. I waited for a reaction but she was wanton. "Take me," she whispered as she kissed my lips. I entered her. ... I watched the video as it played on my screen, my face filled with disgust and my heart boiled out of anger. Hector has gone far this time, I watched my wife with her ex-lover, Jake as they fooled around in the sheets. I gritted my teeth, deleting the video. I didn't want to see it. At all. It was disgusting.

His eyes, usually so expressive in private, were deliberately empty as he recited the traditional promises with mechanical precision. "I, Alexander, take you, Isabella, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." Not a single muscle in his face betrayed emotion. His words were perfect, his delivery flawless, and entirely devoid of feeling. Each syllable struck Isabella like a physical blow. This was Alexander as the world knew him—The Executioner, cold and calculating, who viewed their marriage as nothing more than the final move in his years-long chess game against he

The results were endless—articles praising his tech empire, photos of him at galas and award ceremonies, and countless pieces touting his status as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. One headline caught my eye: “Nikolas Woods: Ruthless Visionary or Cunning Tyrant?” I clicked on it, skimming through the text, which detailed his sharp business acumen and the many enemies he’d made in his rise to the top. I shook my head, dropping my phone onto the nightstand. “What did I get myself into?” I muttered under my breath. The device buzzed just as I was about to turn off the lamp. A text lit up the screen. Unknown Number:

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. “What are you talking about?” Edward staggered. “I never took you for such a stupid man, Mr Larson. It was absurd of you to think that you could escape my territory without me getting a catch of it” he ridicules. “I am not letting you anywhere near my daughter” Edward confronts. “That’s the point Mr. Larson, you don’t have to let me because I myself take what I want” he sneers. “You think Mr. Windsor would be proud of you for doing this?”.

her lover said "I wish I was there, I would punch a hole in this motherfucker's throat," my husband said with anger. "Well, let's welcome the New York Cheif of police to the show, he alone can prove if Mr Alexander Pendragon has been a bad billionaire or not," the interviewer said My mouth dropped down in shock and my skin hairs rose like plants, my husband nearly fainted but he was quickly attended to by my mother, tears rolled down his cheeks and I saw the heartbreak he felt at that point

Tired of listening that how many people are there whom he hurt. Slap. Aiden slapped his father. Jonathan came back to reality. Aiden slapped his father. Innocent Aiden slapped his father. "You.... You..... you it's always just you. Just how selfish are you. How can you do this to your own daughter. Was i not enough to be the one who was marked by you? Why her. How can you rape her? She is disable father. Why? Didn't Mom's voice stop you? You loved her right? Didn't her voice pull you back? You named her Venessa, because you miss Mom. You can't forget her even after being with another woman and still you raped..."

Everything about that moment was a lie. “Thank you,” I added, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for stepping in. Thank you for caring enough to try and stop him.” Ruth sighed, her shoulders heavy. “I don’t know what is happening with Sir Ethan,” she said, shaking her head. “He has never done this before.” “Yeah… me neither,” I whispered back, shame flooding me so deeply it burned. To admit, even silently, that my husband had just raised his hand against me was humiliating. No woman wanted to find herself here, standing on the edge of something that could spiral out of control.