روايات وقصص ضمن Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-wife

Why not to a billionaire? Little did I know that five years later, I'd still be a sick billionaire's virgin wife. My pussy was still throbbing, traitorously wet from having cum in front of my step son moments ago. I gulped and tried to crawl backward like a wounded animal, but he lunged at me, one big hand fisting in my long brunette hair.

I wish I could just move on like it's nothing but I can't. It's so unfair that I am a billionaire and I have all the money in the world, yet I can't keep a steady relationship or marriage. Divorce twice and now Emily is leaving me just two weeks to the wedding and even though I have been nothing but good to all my ex's, I am the one getting all the backlash for their wickedness.

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

However, the idea of leaving this state and starting a new life far away from here, with no one to remind me of the one man I desperately wanted to forget stuck with me. Just as I clicked the small x to leave the page, I saw a red button, indicating a notification. I clicked on it and sure enough, there was a post uploaded just then. A post about me. It read: “USA’s most eligible bachelor is back: The CEO Davis Monroe is apparently back in the market as his ex-wife, Cassandra Richardson just revealed the couple's divorce. Various speculations have been flying over the reason for the divorce. A source close to the family has revealed that the couple were never on good terms and Davis oftentim

{Justin’s POV} I let out a dry, shaky laugh. “Of course not, Mother. Why would you even ask me if I’m going to sign those divorce papers when the answer is clearly a no?” I stepped further into the living room, gesturing as I spoke. “I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!”

I'd frozen, and muttered a prayer to God that everyone would do the same too, just so I could find a solution for it. But it didn't work. She saw him, and for a moment there I could swear I saw recognition in her eyes. “If you weren't ignoring my calls, it would never have gotten to that.” He sneered. He allowed a couple of seconds to pass, before he added. “And might this be the right time to add that your ex wife is truly breathtaking? You must have been blind to chose your wife over her. The pictures I had and have seen never did justice and….”

"I am the one who decides who is replaceable. And today, I have replaced you with myself.” The broadcast cut to the Hamilton logo. The stock market opened, and the ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the Hamilton Global line shooting upward like a rocket. Ryan slumped against the barricade. A reporter shoved a microphone into his face. "Mr. Voss! Are you really her husband? Did you know she was a billionaire? How does it feel to be the man who lost the Iron Queen?" Ryan didn't answer. He couldn't. He watched as a black SUV pulled up to the curb. Silas Vance stepped out. He didn't look at the press. He walked straight to Ryan and handed him a small, plastic bag.

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

Some articles described Mia as a woman trapped between two different men, while others shamelessly revealed Jim’s identity as the billionaire’s long-lost son without showing even the slightest concern for his privacy. My jaw immediately tightened because I could tolerate attacks directed toward me, but I refused to allow anyone to drag my son into a public spectacle. Jim had done nothing wrong, and he deserved the chance to grow up without becoming entertainment for gossip magazines and online tabloids. I pressed another number before waiting only a few seconds for someone to answer. “Good morning, Mr. Black,” my head attorney answered professionally. “There is nothing good about this mornin