Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“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 “.

“Yes. After everything. I’ve tried… but I can’t keep defending you. I can’t keep cleaning up your mess while you spiral out of control.” Revan’s hand trembled slightly as he reached for his glass of whiskey. The amber liquid sloshed but didn’t spill. “I’m spiraling? You think you’re the one suffering? Look at me! Look at what I’ve done to my empire… all because of her! Do you think I like being powerless? Do you think I wanted this?” Celine’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’ve been obsessed. Obsessed with Aruna. Obsessed with what you can’t have. And your obsession has poisoned everything—our life, our friends, your business. I can’t… I just can’t watch anymore.”

“No—no, I mean it! You don’t get to hush me. You married into the damn Archer family! Do you even realize how insane that is?” “I realize it more than you think.” She paused on the other end. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Diana…” I trailed off, leaning back against the headboard. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me,” she said with a playful tone. “Because from where I’m standing, you hit the jackpot. Gorgeous billionaire husband, insane mansion, no bills to pay—girl, are you even real anymore?” I laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You think this is some kind of fantasy, don’t you?”

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

“My mother was sick—cancer. Aggressive. We didn’t have insurance, and the bills were drowning us. I was twenty-one. Working part-time, barely surviving. That’s when I met Julian Monroe.” Thomas raised an eyebrow. “The venture capitalist?” I nodded. “He approached me at a charity event. Said he was impressed with how I handled myself. At first, he just offered to help with the bills. Said it was ‘a gift for someone with potential.’ But nothing comes for free.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “What did he want?” “Appearances. Accompanying him to events. Acting like we were together. He wanted to seem like a respectable man with a respectable partner. I didn’t know at the time… how dirty his business w

They both turned to look at her and they didn't look terrified, surprised, or display any form of emotion at all. Xalia wanted to apologize but she was curious about one thing. What Emily had just said. Jack isn't a billionaire, he is a millionaire so how did he become a billionaire in one night? “What do you mean, cheers to being the latest billionaire in the city?” Xalia asked nervously with her voice trembling and Jack smiled. “Oh, your lawyer hasn't called you yet?” he asked. “Huh?” “You signed everything you have ever had to me last week after I gave you the best fuck of your life. You have nothing, Xalia. All you have ever had is in my name!”

Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life. Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man. Adrian Blackwell. The youngest billionaire in the city. The most powerful CEO in the country. And the man who had never truly been her husband. A soft knock sounded on the door. "Mrs. Blackwell?" a maid called respectfully. "Yes?" "The guests have arrived. Mr. Blackwell is already downstairs."

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.

In the past, I could never dream about getting my hands on 50,000 dollars a month. It was my cue to lay on the charm. “I feel bad because you work so hard to earn your keep. I’ll be sure to spend wisely. True to my word, I spent every penny. The designer bag I’d been eyeing? I went ahead and bought it. The jewelry piece that caught my eye? Bought it. High-end skincare? Done. Meanwhile, Cassidy’s quest to bag a billionaire husband hadn’t been quite successful. Leveraging her looks and tactics, Cassidy befriended several rich heirs and tagged along to upscale venues.

I married Lawrence Grant, a powerful billionaire, to fulfill my family’s ambitions, sacrificing the only man I ever truly loved, Harry Scot. Years later, one drunken night brought Harry back into my arms. I thought that night would remain nothing more than a bittersweet memory—until my husband introduced him the next morning as the very business partner he’d been bragging about, flying in from New York. And the worst part? Harry would be staying at the Grants’ villa for weeks, perhaps even a month. Now, I’m trapped between a billionaire husband, a dangerous secret, and the man my heart has never forgotten. But what happens when the man you never stopped loving becomes your most d