Submitting To My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

FRAMING HIS WIFE AND SENDING HER TO PRISON JUST TO BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN. *Wow! These billionaires are creepy as hell! This is all they do with their money!* *She’s indeed a queen! Thank God she exposed him.* *Honestly who did she leave him for, she should hold him tight and save other ladies from such a creepy bastard.* *So much for marrying a billionaire, haha!* *Heard he got a restraining order, lol. Y’all gotta be kidding. She should burn him!* I can’t even scroll anymore. I'M TOTALLY FUCKED.

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.

The chill from the tiles crept up through my bare feet, and for the first time all day, I could finally breathe without glitter in my lungs. I sat on the edge of the bed, opened my phone, and tapped the name that had always stayed at the top of my contacts: Mamá. My thumb hovered over the call button. I almost pressed it. But… no. What was I even going to say? ‘Hi, Mamá. I just became the backup wife of a billionaire who once almost ruined my life. And our daughter, Sienna, just declared he’s a vampire. Oh, and we’re moving to New York. Again.’

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

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.

I had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain. Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell on me. Hell on me? I had scoffed. No one else can except I gave the person the right to. Oddly, I had everything now, power, money, and even fame and I still felt hollow, still felt withdrawn like I had failed in life.

"Tessa, I'll be real. My new dad's the richest man in Seavora. Why else would I send you money every day for years? You never blocked me because you wanted to marry me." I just stared at him. The ego on this guy was unreal. Truth is, I never blocked him because I hadn't touched that account in years. I logged in on a whim yesterday and found out he'd been spamming me the whole time. My son started crying, everything got chaotic, and I accidentally tapped accept. And somehow that turned into me wanting to marry him? I stepped back, grossed out. "Send me your details. I'll pay you back." Jason's face dropped. "Tessa Thomson, you were quick to take it, and now you're ditching me? A materialisti

This, I thought, this is everything. Afterwards, she lay beside me, tracing the edge of the sheets. “I looked you up when I got home yesterday. And I know what this looks like,” she said quietly. “A billionaire and his son’s ex. It’s messy, complicated, I’m 25 and you are 50, people will talk. I don’t know if I can handle all that.” I turned to face her. “Aria, since my wife died, I’ve been buried in this empire. Work. Numbers. Deals. Nothing felt real anymore until you. You’ve reminded me that I still have a heart and that terrifies me.”

I reached out, my eyes half-closed, and picked it up. There were over thirty missed calls and fifty unread messages. Most were from news outlets, but several were from Liam's PR team. My stomach dropped. I sat up quickly, clicking on the first link sent by my assistant. The headline on a massive gossip site read: "THE REAL ALLISON MONTGOMERY: COLD-HEARTED HEIRESS ABANDONS TRAGIC LITTLE BOY FOR BILLIONAIRE'S MONEY. Beneath the headline was a huge photo of me holding little Leo at a park two years ago, juxtaposed right next to a recent photo of me getting into Liam's luxury car.

My breath caught. "My family has money. A lot of it. When people hear my name, they change. They smile too much. They want things." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You asked me to marry you because you thought I was nobody. For once, I wanted to be nobody. I should have told you." "Like Thomas wanted things from me." "Yes." "How rich?" "Rich enough that Damien Sterling knows my family. He is using you to get to me." I laughed, short and shaky. "So that is why you did not want me to meet him."