Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-wife Novels & Stories

she blurted out. “You quit your last job just to marry me, and now you want to find another? Does that make any sense to you, Sienna? ”I knelt in front of her, giving her a wicked look. “You shouldn't be working, my dear wife. That’s the 'perk' of marrying a billionaire. So, suck it up and enjoy the show while I make your life hell. Don't even think about revenge; you’re too weak. I can snap my fingers and make you cry. Imagine what happens if I really try.”

Your office. Twenty minutes later, Jayson burst through Allen's door like a man on fire. Tall, thin, always impeccably dressed, but today his tie was loose and his hair disheveled. "We have a problem." He tossed a tablet onto Allen's desk. "Look." The screen showed news headlines refreshing in real time: "Billionaire Heiress Claims Ex-Partner Stole Her Ideas" "Jones Family Fortune Backs Lawsuit Against Carter Enterprises" "Did Tech Mogul Build Empire on Girlfriend's Work?"

Nathan said now, thrusting the bouquet of red roses in my hands. I hated red roses but I took them from Nathan still and I pouted, “No I flunked the deal.” Nathan paused, “Oh dear, what happened?” “Well the CEO walked in who turns out to be my ex boyfriend and I froze and couldn’t speak anymore, and yes I had a sex dream about him last night which I wanted to continue with you but you’re so in love with your job so yes that’s that.”

He gets out of my way without wasting a second. Before going in I said “I advise you to be honest with her and tell her everything if she finds out from some other source it is not going to end well for the both of you and trust me you do not want that” I said honestly I know how much betrayal hurts particularly when it comes from the person you hold close to your heart. I pushed the door open and saw my soon-to-be ex-husband n*ked with Chanel moaning underneath him. I think I am going to need to clean my eyes with bleach after watching this. They still have not noticed me. They are so lost in each other.

“If you don’t have money for a caregiver, I can pay to hire a high-level caregiver who will take care of you 24/7.” “I’m picky; I’m not used to being cared for by strangers.” “Am I not a stranger?” With a shameless smile, Luca shook his head and said, “Of course not; how could a wife be a stranger?” Afraid that Isla would hear, Vanessa quickly covered her ears and said, “We got divorced five years ago.” He shamelessly replied, “I regret it, so it doesn’t count.” “Y-You… Luca Kensington, you’re so shameless!”

After I freshen up, I would sort for something to eat. [BREAKING NEWS: The Hideous Crippled Billionaire's Wife is rumored to be barren and unable to provide an heir. Mr. James Wellson is in search of a good wife material in both kitchen and bed…] “What?” I held the handrail and stopped in my tracks, my jaw dropped in shock as I gradually turned to the television. Barren?! Have we had sex before? Why did he publish such news? Wait, what's going on? Another marriage? I rambled with words as I rushed up to where I had kept my bag and brought out my phone.

“You should have told me.” “I am done asking permission,” I said quietly. “That is not what this is about,” he replied. “Someone leaked information to the press this morning.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of information.” Grant handed me his phone. The headline blurred for a moment before snapping into focus. Billionaire Heir’s Ex-Wife Questioned in High-Risk Pregnancy Case. My fingers tightened around the device. “They are painting me as unstable.” “They are preparing to argue that you are emotionally compromised,” Grant said. “That your history with Dylan clouds your judgment.”

Natalie's POV: Stepping out of the house, I hurried past the front porch and through the gates, my feet carrying me aimlessly down the road. My vision was blurry from the tears that refused to stop. I wasn’t just crying—I was wailing. I fought for this marriage. I endured the whispers, the disapproving glances, the silent judgment of people who thought I didn’t belong in Ethan’s world. But Ethan… he never made me feel like I was beneath him. He never felt like a billionaire to me.

“It is. Jason Mitchell.” There was a pause, then keyboard sounds. “I’ll get on it,” Michael said. “But before that... there’s something you need to know.” My fingers tightened around the phone. “What?” “Your ex-wife, Karen... she got engaged some months back.” My mouth went dry. “To who?” Another pause. “A man named Jason Mitchell.” For a second, I could not breathe. My heart began pounding so hard I felt it in my throat. I stared through the windshield, but I saw nothing.

And then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You don't have to do this, Lilian," he said, shaking his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore."