Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

"Or maybe I’m worried. You think I can’t see what’s going on? The car, the shiny new office—" She let her gaze sweep me up and down before leaning in close. "—you’re playing house with a billionaire, Amelia. We both know how… dangerous that can get." I let out a sharp scoff. "Oh, please. You’re one to talk. You’re the one who stole my husband for a chance at playing house with a billionaire. Except, Tristan still—" I stopped myself, biting down hard on the words before they slipped past my lips. For one second, the urge to twist the knife burned bright.

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

"I am sorry for this. I...I" "It is not your fault. The real problem is him. what's his deal?" he asked curious of his relationship with Astrid. "His my ex-husband." she revealed, shocking Scott at the same time. "Ex-husband? You mean you were married to Rowan Wade?" He asked in shock and Astrid nodded in response. "I was formally married to him until I decided to divorce him because of a personal issue. Yet, he has refused to let me be in peace. I want him completely gone from my life forever," Astrid said with hate in her voice.

“You got what you wanted, now let’s…” He released her hands from his grip and move back from her. “We are not getting married!”. He asserted, his voice deep and fierce. “Everything between us or ever happened between us is over, you need money right? I can give you twenty billion dollars for you to leave me!!”. Conner said and her eyes welled up in tears. “Conner I want you…”

This whole process utterly exhausted me. "We can find another way Eri.", his eyes were pleading me to say yes but the reality is harsh and not quite like how we want it to be. I shook my head, "There is no other way. Tristan... Tristan is a freaking billionaire. He can do anything just with the click of his finger. I have known him for a real while and I know when wants something he can do anything to get it.", I explained again for the thousandth time while running my hand through my thick locks which were badly entangled.

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat? Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex. Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.

Chapter 6: The Contract 3/365 VICKY. I opened my eyes. A new day. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me with my sister. She was pregnant. For him. And no, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threw me out like trash. And my dear sister? She didn’t even flinch. But the real plot twist? I signed a contract marriage with a billionaire. That explains why I woke up in a penthouse this morning.

The most brutal divorce ever while secretly carrying his child. I suddenly snapped out of my chain of trance, quickly pushing the thought of Liam to the back of my head. It only brought nothing but haunting memories of my painful past and I wasn't going to dwell in it anymore. It's time to bury the past and find myself again. "You don't have to worry about your ex husband anymore, you will be better off without him, it's his loss, okay?" I couldn't stop wondering how someone could be so sweet in every way possible. He was truly, my Godsent.