The Disabled Heiress, My Ex-husband Would Pay Dearly. นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked calmly. She shook her head. “I can tell you’re wealthy. But Dexmond…” Her voice shook, and she swallowed. She turned to face me. “I appreciate you trying to help, but I won’t be able to forgive myself if you get hurt because of me.” “He just got signed with the T & T conglomerate, yes?” I ignored her plea. She nodded. “It’s time your Ex-husband learns some manners.” I smirked. I started the car, and zoomed off with one destination in mind- my penthouse.

She did not like to know that everything she was hoping for, and everything she thought would be hers at a certain point may now have to belong to Roxanne. She was supposed to be the billionaire's wife if they had told her he was not crippled. She could have been the one enjoying the power that came with the marriage. And the reputation that such unions offers in the society. Everyone in North Pass region was well aware of the Sebastien's family. They are a multi billion dollars worth family who had been around for alot of years. If not for the disability clause, she had actually imagined standing beside one of the sons of the family once. The admiration of the elite, and the envy by those w

He was not worried about his image, however, he knew that in the next few days it would be difficult for Allora. He sighs at his impulsive action that got them into some messed up shit. The more he thought about avoiding any complications in their soon-to-be-divorced relationship, he found that his action would make the matter more intangible. He did not regret the thought of keeping Allora safe from her peers drooling over her, but he regretted the way he chose to make her understand. Why are you so worried about your cheating ex-wife, has not she done this before, having an affair behind your back? Karma is giving back what she sowed. His bad side reminded him.

"If you think that by bringing me here and treating me well, you can get whatever you want from me, then you are wrong. I didn't know you had such a third-class mind. How could you say such a thing to me despite knowing that I am a married woman? What did you think of yourself? Do you think that my husband is disabled so I will agree to leave him? If you think that, then I will say that you have a big wrong idea. Even if you want to write this entire company of yours in my name, I will not leave my husband. Because my husband is the most precious thing to me. You ordered that waiter to be rude to me, right? Now I understand how a waiter can be rude to a customer even though the hotel owner i

Over the years, to prove her devotion to me, she had rejected every man who tried to throw himself at her. They either went bankrupt after she acquired their companies or disappeared from high society under a cloud of scandal. Feeling the gazes of those around him, which were like looks reserved for a dead man, Luke scrambled over to Nate's side, seeking validation. He was suddenly sent spinning to the ground by a heavy slap! Nate's eyes were filled with terror as he unhesitatingly drew a line in the sand. "Luke, if you want to die offending the Weyland heiress and her husband, then go right ahead! Just don't drag me down with you!"

I almost nodded when I looked into her bright eyes. But when I looked at her gorgeous dress and the luxurious jewelry she was wearing, I understood that she and I were in different worlds now. I would only be a burden to her. I was nothing more than a disabled man. My company had collapsed, and I was bankrupt. What right did I have to be with her? Instead, I would only make people laugh at her.

I turned slightly, raising my voice just enough. “Everyone.” Heads turned. “Look who is here. My ex-husband.” I gestured toward him. “He wants me to beg him so he can help me win a competition I have been working for with my own hands.” Jason’s face went red. “You… you… how dare…” “How dare I?” I cut in. “Jason, you couldn’t keep your own company above water without your grandfather and my money supporting you. What exactly am I kneeling for?” He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Jess stepped forward then. Touching to be calm. She smiled at me.

"You know what she is. You've known what she is." "I know what she offered me." "Which was what? Money?" "A restaurant. My name. My legacy. Things that were mine before you walked into Morrison's and made them yours." Alex's voice was not angry. It was something flatter and harder than anger. "You came to me with nothing and I gave you a kitchen and a chance and three years later you have a Michelin star and my family's restaurant and a billionaire husband and I am in the Hamptons making stock for one person."

“You lost the deal and you are bound to do whatever I tell you to.” “Do not make me repeat myself!” This time, he said in a much more commanding tone and I lost it. I took my palm off my face, opened my eyes, and pointed at him, almost poking his chest. “You will not command me or talk to me like you own me. The deal is off! The man I married is disabled so you’ve got no right to treat me like trash!” I said in all seriousness, trying so hard not to look below his face even though that was like the hardest thing right now.

She had grown even prettier since the last time he saw her. Not just that, she radiated elegance and power. Her father was proud but still had no idea about his wife’s terrible character. “It’s not her fault. I fell off the stairs and broke my legs. It was a bad fall, and I did not have money for physio. I’ve been bound to a wheelchair since then.” He was too ashamed to mention that he had made his wife a signatory to his account, and that was how he lost all the money he worked so hard for.