The Disabled Heiress, My Ex-husband Would Pay Dearly. Novels & Stories

“Why are you really looking for her?” The question hung in the air between us, heavy and uncomfortable. “Because she’s my wife,” I said. “Divorce papers or not.” “She’s not your wife.” “She’s still mine,” I said. The words came out darker than intended. “She’ll always be mine.” The nanny’s jaw tightened. She looked like she wanted to say something else but changed her mind. She just nodded once, her eyes dropping to her hands. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For taking care of my leg.”

It took a while before he spoke again. "Are you saying all this because I am disabled?" he asked, his tone tinged with hurt. "I assure you, if you marry a Rothschild, you will lack for nothing. While I may not be able to satisfy you physically as a husband should due to my condition, I will treat you well, and you will have your freedom starting now."

Well, good riddance because damn! There was no way her and her husband dearest were going to escape what I had for them. She had some nerve. Coming into my home, almost ruining things for Scarlett and I, all for a few millions, while she was still married to the fucker I made swear I would never set my eyes on him again. Yeah, they asked for every bit of what I was going to serve to them on a gold dish. With these, I couldn't help but wonder what then was in the second envelope, the brown one.

Even if my heart was aching, I could force myself to act like nothing was wrong. I closed the door and called my dad. "I'll marry that disabled man. Consider it paying back what I owe you."

Her scent was so intoxicating. " Here is a deal, we'll be married on paper for a month, within that one month, I'll make your ex husband pay for playing with such a jewel, you'll enjoy my wealth and right after I'll pay you largely that you won't need money from any man for sustainace. But then the unexpected occured. " Go to hell with your contract Mr.." she said, hitting my cock so hard that I could barely stand. Carrying her bag abd running off the room.

If I say stand here to someone, he would stand but look at me now, I was slowly striding behind my ex-wife like a beggar. I knew I’d caused it. I shouldn't have cheated, if I hadn't, then I won't be facing this but still if I had not, then I won't know this secret side of my ex-wife, that she's a billionaire and that she owns the mansion we used to live in. She turned to me, her brows lowered. “Why are you stopping? Didn't you ask me to rescue you from Matteo’s hands at all cost?” She grinned, a witty and cheeky one. I lulled down a deep breath, looking away. I refused to answer.

"I did! You'll love this one. He bought a house in that super fancy gated community where you always wanted to live." "Are you fucking kidding me?" "No, darling, fucking would be much better than this. I told you—you were holding that man back. From what I heard, your ex-husband has more money than he can spend. His father gave him back everything that was his before he married you." "Is this a joke? You're saying these things just to piss me off!"

She pretended to hug me, whispering in my ear, "Consider yourself fortunate that your husband is handsome. If he hadn't been disinherited, you wouldn't stand a chance with such a good-looking man." Taking my packed bags, I left with my new husband, leaving behind my father and his wicked family without a second glance. At this point, I no longer cared about anything or anyone. As long as my mother was being taken care of, I'll agree to their every whims for now until I could find a way out of this predicament. Sitting in my new husband's Bugatti Veyron in silence as he drove, I couldn't help but wonder how he could afford such a car if he was truly broke.

“You were always sending money to me while we were married even if I didn’t need money for anything. It racked up to a good sum.” My lips broke out in a smile. I was grateful that even if she hated me, she didn’t mind spending what I gave her. Then again, Gianna had always gotten her priorities straight. She knew she needed to think about the kids first. Our kids. “Why didn’t you tell me about them? Did you think I wouldn’t step up?”

"Tomorrow is going to be perfect. You've worked too hard for it not to be." I nodded and followed him downstairs, acutely aware that he was watching me, studying my every move, looking for signs that I was hiding something. Which I was. But he didn't need to know that. Not yet. Tomorrow, everything would be different. Tomorrow, he would find out that the woman he had taken and claimed as his own was actually an heiress. That she was powerful in ways he had never even imagined. That she had been planning this the entire time. And I didn’t know how he was going to react or how I was going to face him after that.