Submitting To My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

He explains and I am once again reminded that this man is rich. I mean, I never forgot he was rich, but when he flaunts his money like this, it makes me feel slightly insignificant. “What?” The man in question asks, not missing the shift in my demeanor. “Where’s your head?” “Nowhere,” I lie, though I’m sure he can see right through me. “I was just soaking in the situation that I’ve gotten myself into.” “And what situation is that?” Grant asks, eyeing me curiously. “That I’m now the wife of a billionaire.” I say slowly while feeling like I’m reading lines from some TV drama, but it isn’t a drama, it is my new reality, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be able to survive this new identity.

He commanded. I nodded my head. “This is my ATM card,” he snapped, handing the branded card. “It has enough money therefore buy whatever would make the birthday party interesting.” He suggested, I stood for a minute before I left. We left the mansion together before he dropped me at one of the shopping malls. The moment I entered the whispers increased, their eyes was all over me. I fist my hands unto the card while my legs shivered. “Aren't you wife of that billionaire that almost lost his daughter because of your carelessness?” One of the elderly ladies asked. I closed my face to avoid their glare further, our news was already in the public.

Now: If cousin says mother cannot be CEO, if I must prove in court that I can be both, what kind of billionaire mother will I be when I own everything I tried not to own? Chancellor looked at me, grey eyes like Damian's but older. "Miss Sinclair, do you wish to testify as Chairwoman or as mother?" I stood, camel coat, not ivory suit, pearl studs mother left before crash in ears, bracelet hidden, recipe card taped to glass wall of courtroom now, Lena taped it, because kitchen goes everywhere. "Both," I said, voice calm, clear, melodic, same as Plaza ballroom without microphone. "Three years ago, I married man who believed I was nobody, so I became nobody. Cooked every night, waited alone on a

Her teasing smile, the way she'd looked straight into the camera because she knew I was watching, and the smug little expression she'd worn when she'd caught me staring. Fuck. I came with a curse, dropping my head as the last of the tension left my body. For a few seconds, I stayed there, breathing heavily, my gaze drifting back to her frozen face on the screen. I locked my phone and tossed it aside, disgusted with myself as the guilt settled. Thirty-two years old, a billionaire, the CEO of one of the biggest fashion companies in New York, and here I was, jerking off to a video of my ex-wife like some pathetic bastard who couldn't move the fuck on.

My husband called me fat, ugly, and disgusting. Then he used that as an excuse to cheat on me with his secretary, Joanna. I threw him a birthday party, hoping to make him happy, but he chose to spend the night with her instead. Tired and fed up, I signed the divorce papers and walked out of his life. Three years later, I was no longer the unwanted XXL wife of Adrian Wellington. I was Miranda Wright, a billionaire heiress who had just bought my ex-husband’s company under a fake name. When Adrian finally discovered who I was, he was shocked. Then he fell at my feet, pleading for another chance. “Miranda, don’t do this to us.” I ignored him, pulled my hand away, and barked an order at my securi

Every buzz felt like another stranger entering the house. “Do you know what people are saying?” I asked. “I can imagine.” “Don’t imagine. Sofia already told me. Secretary. Contract wife. Endgame. All the ugly little titles they love.” His jaw tightened. “They can say what they want.” “Easy for you to say. You’ve always been the billionaire in the story. I’m the one they reduce.” That hit him. I saw it. “I wasn’t trying to expose you,” he said. “But you did.”

"Billionaire CEO's Secret Quadruplets: The Wife He Threw Away Built an Empire and Had His Children." That was the first headline. The gentlest one. By noon, there were forty-seven variations. The story itself: powerful man discards wife at anniversary gala, introduces secretary's daughter as his heir, signs divorce papers before the champagne goes flat. The wife disappears. Rebuilds. Becomes CEO of a rival company that threatens his market share. And the entire time, she was raising four children he never knew existed. Quadruplets. The public didn't need to decide who the villain was. The story came pre-assembled.

Damon spoke quietly. “I loved her long before she became my wife.” Victor stared at him. Maya turned back to Victor. “You spent months trying to convince me my husband had used me.” Victor's voice rose. “He did.” “No.” “You gave him Bennett Global.” “I gave him nothing he wanted more than me.” Victor stepped forward. “You're choosing him over the company again.” “Yes.” Victor's face twisted. “You're making the same mistake.” “No.” Maya's voice remained calm.

I made my way to the spacious garden, allowing the cool evening breeze to brush against my skin. Sitting on a bench, my thoughts began to drift. What would happen to me after Freddie was gone? I had promised him I would stay. I knew I would inherit the billions worth of properties listed in his will. But would all that money be enough to protect me from Henry's anger? Maybe I could simply return to my family in the province and live a quiet life with them. Or perhaps I could use the money to leave the country and start over somewhere far away, where nobody knew me as the former maid who married a wealthy old man. Somewhere I could hide from people's judgment.