The Billionaire's Ex Wife Novel 소설 & 이야기

“Kian Lawley— I was shocked which wasn't expected, I had heard a lot about him but never have I thought he would be someone who tortures his wife and makes out with her best friend. "I really want to get a divorce from him. I don't want to go back there or he will kill me." She began to cry and I brought her to my embrace.

Bile flooded her throat as paralyzing terror clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach. Last night, she'd gotten blackout drunk and married an absolute stranger. A billionaire stranger, from the look of this palatial mansion and his butler - or whatever that woman was supposed to be. And now she was trapped in his home...alone...as his wife. This couldn't be happening! How had one night of drunk idiocy spun so disastrously out of control? The Naked Billionaire - for that was clearly what he was - took a cocky step toward her. "That dress doesn't leave much to the imagination, Mrs. R. Although why don't we just skip the clothes altogether?"

But then, he looks away and walks to the private room in the office, Chris shakes his head and whispers to himself, “The perfect, well mannered, unshaken CEO, now has a loose tie, a messy hair and a smelly alcoholic mouth. Who is this guy? Where did he come from? Who said love, wasn’t a dangerous weapon? The sooner he realizes it, the better for him before someone snatches his billionaire ex-wife.”

“Just like she manipulated her way into this marriage. Ask yourselves why a billionaire would marry a failed designer with a ruined reputation, unless she gave him something worth the trouble.” The insinuation landed like a slap. My face heated, and the old instinct to shrink, to disappear, rose up in my chest the way it always did around Adrian. I didn’t move. “Careful,” Damian said, stepping forward, his voice gone dangerously soft in a way that silenced the remaining murmurs instantly. “You’re talking about my wife.” “Your wife.” Adrian’s laugh cracked at the edges. “Convenient timing. A debt-ridden family, a woman freshly divorced, suddenly a wedding within the month. Almost like it was

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.

“Like that wasn't what got me into this mess in the first place.” “What mess?” I couldn't help but ask. “Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I can say that you've got the wrong woman. It's not me….” “You're Alora Henshaw.’ I froze at the sound of my name. “You're married to Fredrick Henshaw and you have a couple of businesses together. Eliaz Deutchmond was your ex husband and he was on the list of potential winners for the city's real estate contract, until you came along that Is. And I also know that you just recently got cleared of your charge at the court. So no, Alora, I know I have the right woman.”

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

The Nurse muttered on as she scanned through a plethora of files, then she paused, “Wait, isn’t she the wife of that handsome billionaire?” “Ex wife.” Diaz corrected, hoping she would hurry up before they got caught. “Yeah right.” The Nurse nodded, “I heard he cheated on her. That poor thing.” Rolling his eye now, annoyed more than ever, “Well….there’s every side of a story.” She snorted, a rude gesture, he frowned as she went through the cabinet behind her until she whipped out a file. She pointed it at him and when he tried to reach it, she took it back, “An extra two hundred.”

But tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour, I sensed an undercurrent of tension, an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Unbeknownst to us, a rival billionaire, Charles Blackwood, vying for Alexander's power and wealth, had hatched a sinister plan. He had hired a seductive spy, Isabella, to infiltrate our lives, to seduce me and extract valuable information that could be used as leverage against Alexander. We were pawns in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the stakes were higher than ever.

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.