The Untouchable Ex Wife Novels & Stories

“Keep your hands off Claire if you don’t want to become my worst enemy, Ashford!” He laughed. “She’s my wife. I have every right to control her.” The call ended. “Oh shit!”

Gosh, being in front of so many people could be fucking exhausting. Enzo was still outside and I was guessing he was issuing out instructions to the workers to make things easy for me. Just then, my phone started vibrating, buzz after buzz, drawing my attention. I lifted the device to my eye level and my eyes widened when I stared at the notification. Jasver Chadwick's supposedly dependent ex–wife transforms into the CEO of the Armani Conglomerates, now overseeing a number of companies. Attached to the post was a picture from when I was in the hall, watching Enzo announce me as the CEO.

The three people who were taken aback by Mr Arnold were speechless and didn't know what to say. Mr Arnold looked at his wife questioningly...Mrs Arnold's knew that there was no point of lying. "i-i , my husband, we did what we thought was best . You know Rain lost two of her pregnancies before and the doctor confirmed that the child was not healthy so we thought it best that the child should be terminated instead. . She is not in the right condition to give birth to this child I did this for the sake of our daughter. Natasha here will marry Zain so our family relations don't get affected " Mrs Arnold explained patiently, making sure not to say anything wrong.

Samaira ****** Namit left early today as he had a meeting with one of his clients. He was being so stubborn as he wanted me to take me to the office first but I made him go to the meeting. I don't want people to know I am his wife. He was the one who hid me from the world and no one knows about me being her wife beside his family because he and dad wanted to protect me. It's childish and unreasonable, but now I want the same but my reason is good. I don't want to be judged. I am scared that I might be treated differently because I am Namit Khanna's wife and I don't want that.

"Then,what about this woman?" "Her identities was not revealed,No one knew about her,Her face eas never in front of the camera, Batista has to protect her of course,She was a big catch" "A big catch?" "Yes,I found out that the woman was an ex wife of a mafia leader,She got into relationships after her husband died,married three, Divorced two,One died and had few boyfriends too" "She was really a hoe"I chuckled and drop the document on the table. "Find everything about her,I want to know her,If Batista thinks he will use Alessia against me,Then,I will have no choice than to use the hoe he called a wife to threaten him too"

Ajeet said with disappointment "That girl must have done something to be treated like that Ajeet I know my son he will not beat that orphan trash without any reason." Ranjeet said "I have not given anyone the right to insult my wife! She is Antara Anirudh Raichand so think twice before insulting her or giving her names." Anirudh said and Ranjeet saw his own past self in his son and sighed

“I wasn’t the boss for more than a minute when that happened. It won’t happen again. Not to Brey, not to Vick, and never to you. You’re all protected now. Untouchable.” “They are?” I squeaked out. “Do they know?” “Of course they know.” I stalked away, leaving the piece about me being an untouchable for another day. I didn’t want to be untouchable; I wanted to be a part of the family. Did he know that? Did he know I wasn’t like the other women, the other children and friends of the mob? I was part of them. “You’re an untouchable, and you didn’t tell me,” I said softly into the phone. It wasn’t a question.

Who wouldn't feel discomfitingly angry in such a situation? His ex, the one he cheated on, and aimed at making his mistress due to her unarguably want for his attention, wasn't a commoner. Fuck, she's the daughter of the richest family in the entire continent of Europe. And to add immense salt to an open injury, his dastardly rich uncle was madly in love with her. This wouldn't stand — Tony wouldn't allow such shit to continue. ★ It was noon. Charlie helplessly detected the uneasiness of his two sons and even grandson yet refused to ask them anything.

She reopened her phone and looked at the comments again, every line like a thorn stabbing into her heart. How could someone so good to her—so protective and gentle—be dragged through the mud like this? This was their life, not the public’s. No one else had the right to judge what they didn’t understand. The internet, however, was full of venom. "I’ve seen that Walton heiress in person—she’s stunning. No idea what that man’s background is." "Exactly. A woman that beautiful, and she ends up with him? Talk about wasted potential." Aurora’s fingers tightened around the phone.

That woman. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I gathered up a few papers and tossed them into the recycling bin. Sarah could care less about tidiness—she was all about appearances, lost in her own world of drama. But Cassie? She craved attention, basking in the belief that she had every right to invade my space. My blood boiled as I folded a stray sweater, my mind racing with emotions I refused to suppress any longer. Cassie. My husband’s mistress.