Submitting To My Billionaire Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

“My back doesn’t hurt anymore right now. I just want to devour you completely. Danielle, your body is incredible. Just looking at you gets me hard. Frank Tino was an idiot for abandoning a beautiful wife like you.” “Mr. Billionaire, don’t mention my ex-husband…” “What? Does hearing his name hurt your feelings?” The billionaire’s voice turned teasing. “Later, you’ll have to answer me this… between him and me, who makes you feel better?”

“and so? Who are you? Huh? Ex-billionaire’s wife. Leave my room this moment, or I will be forced to throw your things out.” I scoff painfully, “Wow.”

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.

"Tomorrow morning, the board of directors convenes. And I will personally announce you as the largest shareholder in the entire Turner Empire." He leaned down, catching my lips in a slow, deep kiss—a kiss of absolute possession no longer hidden behind a marriage contract. The top-floor penthouse stood silent as Edward lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward the dark master bedroom, leaving the shadows of the past behind the rain-streaked glass.

Came early. "I... I am Scarlett," I whispered. Voice shaking. I am thirty, divorced one week ago. Yesterday nobody. Yesterday my ex-husband Jason Miller gave me divorce papers as gift in Knight Holdings boardroom. Yesterday his boss Adrian Knight fired him and said I belong to him. Yesterday was my first day as fake fiancee. "Fiancee?" Eleanor finished, voice ice. "Yes, my son told me on phone last night. He said he found girl not after his money. Different. Honest. I came early from London to see this different girl. I don't like surprises, Miss Monroe."

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

He gave her a polite nod. “Good morning, Miss Scott. I came to talk about what happened at the reunion.” Mia looked up from the document on her desk. “Okay. Go on.” “I came to apologize for my wife’s actions. I understand that prompted the rejection of our proposal.” “That has already been concluded. The proposal has been rejected, and the company that was chosen has already been contacted. There is nothing I can do about it now.” Mr. Hender swallowed. “So there’s nothing that can be done? We were really hoping for that proposal. It was our last hope.”

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

She sighs and thinks, “Since when did I become a celebrity? These people seem to have nothing to do but gossip about other people.” The second top searched news was also about her and the Franks. The first news is written, “Alexia Rivas, a Divorcee is the Fiancée of the Richest and Youngest Billionaire in the country.” And the second one being, “Alexia Rivas, seen with the Billionaire Fiancé in front of Excellence Entertainment Center.” They arrive in front of the jewelry company and he is about to alight the car when she holds his hand and asks,