Romans & histoires The Billionaire's Ex Wife Novel

His eyes turned sharp, and he even grabbed my head, pulling it close until our faces were inches apart. “Why do you keep talking about divorce, Isla Grace? You’ve got it good being my wife—enjoying the luxury of this house and serving me just like always. What exactly is missing, huh?” he snapped. “Not just any woman can easily become my wife!” I shot back at my husband, then shoved him away.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

But what really caught my attention was the fact that she was married to a powerful billionaire. I raised an eyebrow, scanning the resume again to make sure I hadn't missed anything. But no, it was right there in black and white. Sophia was married to one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the world. I shook my head, trying to understand why Sophia would need a job when she was already married to a billionaire. Did she get bored with her life of luxury and decide to pursue a career? Or was there something more to it? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Who was Sophia, really? What was her story, and why was she so determined to work for me

I still hadn't heard anything from Diane but I received a call from Harold that she came around and when she heard that the rumors were true, she flipped. I just knew that the look on her face would have been super funny. I sat at the other end of the car seat. Raymond's gaze constantly moved from his phone to the outside. He never said a word to me, the drive was awkwardly quiet but I was just too busy in my head. I still couldn't believe how my life had turned out. It felt like a dream. I was in the the car of a billionaire, sitting as his wife as his driver drove me to my company which I inherited from my sweet grandfather.

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

But I was done with the endless waits. I stepped forward, slamming the divorce papers onto his desk. Sign them, I snapped. My voice shook with rage, making the words cut through the silence like broken glass. Roland leaned back in his chair, smug and unbothered. His dark hair slicked back, cufflinks glinting, jaw freshly shaven. The ruthless billionaire the tabloids worshiped and feared. He didn’t glance at the papers, just smirked. Sign them? His voice dripped with mockery. I don’t take orders from you, darling.

But a shocking, brutal clarity. He stared at me, and for the first time, I saw the real man behind the billionaire facade. Not a grieving father, but a cornered animal. “She was weak,” he said, his voice cold and flat, devoid of all emotion. “The cancer would have taken her eventually. Jenny is strong. She has a future. She’s part of a future that matters.” The silence that followed was more deafening than any scream. Dr. Sapiera looked like he’d been physically ill.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

“In Love with Two Women, Nathan Crest.” “Billionaire involved in a threesome with wife and ex-girlfriend.” “Laura Coleman, a wife or a whore?” “Hayley Collen, mistress or lover?” “Who does the billionaire love the most, his wife or his ex-girlfriend?” “Is Nathan going to divorce his wife for Hayley?”

Francisco wanted to kill someone in anger. "What do we do now? Let's go before the property management department finds out," Isabela suggested. On the other hand, Martin and others are afraid to speak out because they are afraid of what might happen. This place is so scary that even his son Marvin, a self-proclaimed millionaire didn't dare to look like a fool when he first came there. The Evergrande villa is a place that only billionaires own. A millionaire will not last long in this place. Although Marvin's one million annual salary seemed like a lot of money to the average person, Martin knew very well that it was no more than a penny in the eyes of the Villar family.