The Formidable Rich Ex Wife Novels & Stories

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be Mrs. Richard Anthony William? Wife of the third richest man in the whole world?” My head snapped up. Third richest? Who the hell was she talking about?

“My husband lost over a hundred million dollars in investments after Chelley pulled the Moretti name out of the urban development project. She destroyed it overnight.” Her jaw clenched. “I hate her for that.” I leaned back slowly, studying her properly now. “And… you thought to join us in bringing her down?” I asked with a slow smirk. “Yes,” she replied. “She is my foster sister—and she is also my husband’s ex-wife. We used to believe she was barren. How she suddenly acquired this kind of wealth, a powerful husband, a family, a child, and fame—all within a year after the divorce—still shocks me.”

She really could not tell him the whole truth, as it was a shameful thing. She also could not tell him that she was now married to Dalton Moore, the richest and youngest billionaire in Los Angeles, who was a cripple and with a face scarred from an accident. "Hm, that is nice” he was not totally convinced, and she could hear it from the way he answered. It was public knowledge that both she and her mother were thrown out of the Enfield family after the arrival of her stepmother.

It was a harsh fact that I took the company on a new zenith on my own hard work and capabilities but the world will only gave it a conclusion that I am a Black and the success is in the genes . "Remember son you're born to live an extraordinary life which people only can imagine and you're foolishly adamant to kick this empire like a trash.No son.I know I am sounding a materialistic emotionless witch but thats the truth Asher.All you have to produce a baby.Its not necessary to be tied up with the mother of your baby.Just marry a down trodden girl whom we can easily throw away once your baby will be born.What will she want from us.A handsome amount in alimony that's it.Morever we never back o

" Ejimae replied. "Yes, he is a suspect, but I'm not accusing him. Brother, what do we do now? My husband is planning to give her 50% of his wealth, and I won't allow that to happen." "I know what to do, You can't touch a hair on her body, it's an order, you already framed her, don't think of doing anything stupid to hurt her." Anita huffed, getting a look from him. "Whose order? If father still insists on giving his wealth to her, I won't hesitate to crush her, that's a promise."

She asked again, coming out of the shock for confirmation:" Wife ?" Sia looked at her pale face, smirked and wrapped her hand around Abhimanyu's arms, and said:" Yes, wife. I am his wife, Sia Abhimanyu Kashyap. I am feeling so bad for you, you did so much planning to trap Abhimanyu. You lowered yourself, still, you can't win him and become his wife. You are still a loser ", after finishing a sentence she walked toward the exit holding Abhimanyu's arms.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

She wasn’t going to leave this room until I had answers. I studied her closely. For two years, I’d given her a black card—a limitless resource she never used. Not once had there been a charge, a withdrawal, nothing. She was a stay-at-home wife, with no visible income of her own. And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash?

“I was just catching up on—” His phone buzzed again. Another notification. And then another. My stomach twisted. “Something wrong?” I asked. Rowan's smile faltered. He handed me his phone. “You… might want to sit down for this.” I didn’t. I stood there, feet planted to the cold tile, as I stared at the headline on the screen: “Scandalous Secrets: Ivy Sharp’s Messy Romantic Past Finally Exposed?” Below that, subheadings went deeper. Claims that I’d seduced a married senator. That I was involved in a love triangle with my former boss and his wife. That I had once been paid for “companionship” before climbing the ranks.

“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.”