Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-wife Novels & Stories

“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?”

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as a wrenching feeling of foreboding overshadowed me. “Go on,” My voice came out in a near whisper. “Who is she?” “Catherine Williams is the daughter who your father had with Ophelia Williams.” He divulged, and my eyes widened comically as goosebumps flooded my entire body. How long was that bitch going to frustrate me with her existence? “The same Catherine Williams that we know? Alessandro's ex-wife?” I spurted out. “Yes, ma'am.” “You know what,” I shakily ran my hand through my hair. “I will get back to you. “

I made my way to the spacious garden, allowing the cool evening breeze to brush against my skin. Sitting on a bench, my thoughts began to drift. What would happen to me after Freddie was gone? I had promised him I would stay. I knew I would inherit the billions worth of properties listed in his will. But would all that money be enough to protect me from Henry's anger? Maybe I could simply return to my family in the province and live a quiet life with them. Or perhaps I could use the money to leave the country and start over somewhere far away, where nobody knew me as the former maid who married a wealthy old man. Somewhere I could hide from people's judgment.

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.

He didn't even think twice before accusing me of theft. That was the height of it. I'm no longer going to take his insults. Not anymore! “Doctor says you'll be discharged soon.” I looked up to see Mr. Mark walking into the room. “Okay.” I managed a nod. “Is anything the problem?” He asked, observing me keenly from where he stood. I shook my head but he didn't seem to buy my response. How was I to tell him my ex-husband just accused me of theft? It sounded so embarrassing. I couldn't bring myself to do that. Not even if I wanted to.

Her expression held an unnatural stillness, an eerie calmness that hints at the chaos She was capable of unleashing. Nova understood the assignment. She was trying to bring her down in front of the press. “Yes. Four years ago, I was married to Zephyr Lockwood”. She started, as It was better she brought herself down than for someone else to do so. And as soon as she said his name, everyone was gasping for air. “Zephyr was your ex-husband?”. A reporter from the back questioned. His name couldn't be called anyhow. He was someone everyone in New York and California is fearful of. How did she…? His thoughts swirled inside of him.

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.

"Great, she is intelligent and amazing, as usual. She keeps bugging me to move in with them." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know." "You should move in. Why not?" "Because if it crashes and burns, then I'll be heartbroken." "But if he asks you to marry him, you'll already be there." "I don't think that's going to happen, Nina. He's a billionaire. I have been struggling my whole life. He's been dating models and actresses, and I am not that."

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.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.