Romans & histoires To Avenge My Ex, I Married A Tycoon

Finally Bella's dream had come true, she had married the man of her dreams, rich and muscular,only that there was an added quality on Kevin,he is such a shameless tycoon. THE END ~~~~~~ Thank you so much my readers for your support on this journey.

The glitter and music had faded the deeper they went, until marble turned to concrete and smiles turned to steel. Men with guns stood at the walls. And at the center of it all sat Dante Moretti—the billionaire her professor praised in lectures. The future of European finance. But billionaires didn’t run underground casinos guarded by armed soldiers. Unless… “She will be the debt payment.” Being shocked was an understatement to how she felt. Her father had handed her over. A wife in exchange for his life… their lives. The second time had been colder. In a courtroom, her signature shook as it went beside Dante’s steady one. He hadn’t stayed a moment longer after signing the papers. He’d left,

He doesn't say anything. "If your husband came back from a long trip with his pregnant ex-girlfriend?" I keep going. "Handed you d-divorce papers right there in front of his family? Told you he never loved you–that he only married you for your father's money? What would you do?" He just stares at me. Like I've gutted him. "That's–" He shakes his head. "That's unimaginable. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you went through that."

The driver turned on the car's ignition and drove us out of the venue. I wanted to run away from the place that had me throwing my dignity into the air and choosing to marry a man who broke me and had me leaving the city out of fear. He turned me into a person who could not find sweetness in love and broke me beyond measure and repair. And here I was, my heart secretly thumping and jumping for joy at the fact that I was married to him. My lips should not be twitching to smile. Instead, it is supposed to spoil in a cry. How do I tell my parents that I had gotten married out to my ex-boyfriend?

He caught them easily and set them on the counter. “Babe, come here. We can talk this out. If we sit and discuss this rationally. “No.” “I haven't touched her since the wedding.” “Good for you.” “Her wedding. The one in Turks. I didn't even consummate the marriage. I want you to know how much I regret my actions. My grandfather left a stipulate in his will that if I have my child born out of wedlock, I forfeit my right to CEO. “I don't care!” She raged at him.”

“Anna, how could you do all of this? I thought you loved me… but you’ve been lying to me from the beginning.” Anna smirked. “I’m only taking back what’s mine, Carlo. You stole everything from my father. This company—TAC—should have been mine, not yours. And you and your mother were the reason my dad died!” Carlo slowly shook his head. Now, he understood where his wife’s anger came from.

He hides us in the corner of the room. I yank my hand out of his grip. “Get your hands off me.” “Why are you here? Do you want money?” I scoff at his question. He knows that money has never been what’s important to me. “No, I have plenty of my own, thank you.” I have nearly tripled the thirty million dollars I received in the settlement. “If you are here to win me back, don’t even try. I am marrying Felicity in three months. I am not interested in you. Nothing would make me get back to you.”

Imagine fighting over another man’s wife. “Ciara, you didn’t tell me you were married.” He said with utter disappointment. I smiled and pointed at the walls. “Look around and show me the pictures of him, or the picture of me and him together. He is just a goddamn ex and I want him out of my life.” I said, resuscitating the fire in Damien which had gone down over Ryan’s claim of me being his wife. He clenched his fists and posed for a fight, like fools would always do after being convinced to fight over what’s not, and would never be his.