The Ex Freida Mcfadden Novels & Stories

She was alone at home, and the TV was on one of the gossip channels that she liked to watch to get her mind off her current reality. “Just in: CEO of Moore Industries’ son, Harold Collins’ marriage crashes. Wife’s former best friend unveils love child with Harold.” Diane heard the newscaster say. She snapped up her head and watched with horror as the gossip channel host revealed fake details of what had happened. According to the woman, Diane had broken up the loving relationship between Harold and Nicole years back, and betrayed their friendship by marrying the love interest of her friend, which was why Nicole had left the country, totally heartbroken.

It wasn't until late one night that Maeve suddenly experienced severe abdominal pain and was rushed to the hospital. Oliver panicked and called me. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he begged me to use my family connections to find the best gynecologist. "Elettra, please save her. I'm begging you! My child is innocent…" Maeve's bloodcurdling screams pierced my eardrums through the phone. Reclined in my soft leather armchair, listening to the chaos on the other end of the line, I found this situation nothing short of absurd.

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

The maid on the floor was having a complete mental breakdown after working for this guy. I was right in thinking he was a bad person. “I feel so bad for her,” I sighed in displeasure. “He has had thirteen maids in just three days! He shreds them up and goes through them like dirty laundry. I really hope I never have to work for him,” Tara said with a firm shake of her head. I really hoped so too. I chuckled a bit and was about to give her a reply when I felt suddenly felt incredibly hot. I gripped my head in pain as a hot flash passed through my body and left me in tremors.

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

"Don't get involved in this. She's a shameless and insolent woman. Kanaya isn't as good as you think she is." "Enough, Linda! I know Kanaya, she's a good and sincere girl." "Gio, of course you're defending her because you like her. You don't know that she's a naughty woman who comes from a brothel, and I saw her with Linda, flirting with Salina's future husband," explained Freya. "You heard what your friend said yourself, dear Salina. I'm not at all like she said. I come from a respectable family, why would I go to a brothel?"

she explained, her tone leaving no room for argument. I swallowed hard. I was supposed to be excited about a new opportunity, but all I felt was dread. Because if I was going to be the CEO’s new secretary, that meant I’d have to work closely with the current secretary—the last person on Earth I wanted to see. Callum. My stupid, cheating ex-fiancé. I forced myself to remain calm, but my heart pounded in protest. "Mrs. Carter, I… I didn’t expect this. I thought I’d be handling the finance division."

Hardin POV’s Mafia’s underground hideout… “Freda Huston, 22 years old, parents are both dead,” “She lives alone with her best friend Miranda. Recently broke up with her boyfriend Jake who was cheating on her, that’s all we found about her boss.” The private investigator said and I sighed, irritated by the fact that someone else had already gotten down with her before me. “Jake?” I asked and the private investigator quickly bowed his head. “Jake Williams,”

Even if they broke up and she no longer loved him, her heart could not be completely indifferent. He could reignite her emotions with a casual remark. Especially with her current pregnancy, she lived in a depressing and unhappy state. “Patrick Jackson, I don’t want to see you. I get disgusted every time I see you, so I don’t want to sit in your car, understand?” Freya said bluntly. If Linda had not tipped Rebecca off about Freya getting the paternity test done in Melbourne, Rebecca would not have noticed, and Charity would not have been framed.

“You challenged her worth. Questioned her blood. Used her children as pawns in your lust for power. But what Freya gave us is beyond royal. She gave us a legacy.” Louis added, “And a bond none of us can sever.” Jasper’s voice was the softest, but his words struck deepest. “You fought to erase her. And in doing so, you carved her name in stone.” Melinda turned on her heel and stormed out of the chamber, her silence louder than any scream. Xayden and Xavier followed in shameful silence, their ambitions crumbling into dust. Freya remained where she was, her arms wrapped around her children, tears falling freely now. Not from pain or fear, but from the sheer, staggering relief of being seen. Of