روايات وقصص ضمن Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-wife

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

His ugly words echoed in my head: slut, gold digger. Gold digger. That meant he never saw me for who I really was. He thought I wanted him for his wealth, for his empire, when in reality all I had ever wanted was him. I slid into the driver’s seat, shoved the key into the ignition with trembling hands, and fastened the seatbelt through blurry tears. My gaze flicked to the mansion one last time. The place I thought we would build a family. A future. A life. My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I hadn’t even told him yet.

“Yvonne, you’re twenty-eight, not eighteen. What’s the point in not admitting that you came all the way to my workplace to see me?” The fires of my rage reached my head, and I could no longer stay calm. I looked into his eyes and hissed, “My husband is about to transfer all his assets to me. I came here to ask about the laws related to it. As for chasing after you? Clark, you’re just an ex that I don’t even want to admit I ever had. Don’t you think it’s not appropriate for you to flatter yourself so much?” The entire place burst into a commotion.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

I decided to leave, it's not worth being treated by him… I have had enough already. I was humiliated by the elite guests, the top millionaires and billionaires of the world had attended his wedding ceremony. The online bullying I will be facing from tomorrow is going to be insane. The news of 'Billionaire's crazy ex-wife caused a scene at his second wedding' will make the headlines of all news channels and social media. I did whatever I could, seeing him worrying about his new wife gives me no hope. After finding out that Karina is his daughter, I'm damn sure he and his family will try every possible way to get my daughter away from me.

Chapter 6: The Contract 3/365 VICKY. I opened my eyes. A new day. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me with my sister. She was pregnant. For him. And no, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threw me out like trash. And my dear sister? She didn’t even flinch. But the real plot twist? I signed a contract marriage with a billionaire. That explains why I woke up in a penthouse this morning.

“You’re going to play a role…. my wife. For the cameras, for the media, for the world.” She blinked. “Excuse me?” “My last… complication just died,” I said, tone low. “And her husband’s suing me. The company’s stock is going to tank by noon unless I give the press something cleaner to talk about.” “And that’s me?” “Congratulations, you catch on quick.” She laughed once, disbelieving. “This is insane.” I tilted my head. “You broke into a billionaire’s office in ripped jeans and a fake résumé. Let’s not pretend sanity was ever part of your brand.”

The ex-wife he hadn't officially divorced from his teenage years, and a slew of ex-lovers, one of them with compromising images of her with Vincent engaging in numerous sexual acts. Even after finding out the devastating news from the white stick in my apartment bathroom on Tuesday evening, I made it through a full day of work on Wednesday. Vincent and I having a baby was perfectly fine. I mean, I couldn't ever tell my moody billionaire boyfriend and my parents would kill me, but everything was fine. I'd totally play it cool. My hands barely shook, and when my boss, Dawn, mentioned throwing a baby shower for one of my coworkers I didn't puke. I had everything under control.

The man in the picture with her happened to be her partner. A few years ago, they had put their ideas and funds together to start up a marketing company, which rose so fast that it was surprising. She wasn't just my ex-wife who used to stay at home all day unless she had a conference to attend. She was now a boss. She co-owned a company with someone else. She was doing so well on her own and I was very proud of her. I was very happy they weren't in a romantic relationship but then again, who knew what could happen in the near future?

I have had enough already. I was humiliated by the elite guests, the top millionaires and billionaires of the world had attended his wedding ceremony. The online bullying I will be facing from tomorrow is going to be insane. The news of 'Billionaire's crazy ex-wife caused a scene at his second wedding" will make the headlines of all news channels and social media. I did whatever I could, seeing him worrying about his new wife gives me no hope. After finding out that Karina is his daughter, I'm damn sure he and his family will try every possible way to get my daughter away from me.